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TheHaunted________________________


the details____________


My birth certificate says my name is Adrianne Louis DuLebar
But you can just call me Anne
And if anyone asks I'm Eight-teen
So if you forget May14 you're in for a world of hurt.
By the way, if you really can't tell I'm definitely a all woman

getting specific_______


My role in this comedy is TheHaunted
So that means my co star will be The Popular
However I can't help but watch my back.

my fairytale___________


My story begins in France a long, long time ago where a sweet little baby was born. No...not me. It was my baby. I was around the age of 15, in my prime of my time. I had recently gotten married to Jacque Marquiss and he had to be the most handsome man to ever set foot on this Earth. And the most generous, he gave me and my family all we could ask for and more. He was my dream body. You see I didn't have a very wealthy family, Hell...we were poor! We didn't have a penny to our name or even a goat! Our little farm was circling the drain and I was against marriage, which seemed to be the only thing that could save us. When I met Jacque I seemed to have changed my mind. I met him when I was buying a loaf of bread for our christmas dinner, he saw me and he had actually followed me home. It was at my house when I approached him first that he told me he had been watching me for a while and that he wanted to be my husband. I couldn't say no to him. It was like love at first sight! Luckily, he'd been a very rich man with many, many goats and brought our farm and family out of the toilet. When we were wed at last it was perhaps one year after that I gave birth to my little girl Genevieve.

For three years did we live in perfect bliss. It was so beautiful. Surreal. But I soon learned that life has a way of biting you in the a** and waking you up. And life...really did a whollop on me. It was the day of my 18th birthday and I was rocking my dearest Genevieve to sleep while my husband was reading a book when it happened. It all happened so fast that to this day I still have nightmares of it. All the blood. The slaughter. These bloodthirsty thieves barged through my door and right in front of my eyes, before I could even move, slit the neck of my Jacque. He fell at my feet and blood pooled around his body as I jumped up to get away. I was already crying, but I knew that I had to at least get my sweet child away before they got their hands on me. I wasn't quick enough. They caught me. And they killed my child. Right before my eyes. Slit her neck just as they did my husband.

It was at this point I no longer wanted to live, I'd lost everything. My little girl...my dearest lover. Death was waiting for me and they pulled me down to the floor...and..well. Violated me. The whole time I could do nothing more but silently cry. The man went to do off with me, knife even cutting my neck when soon the thieves blood were on my skin and above me was an angel. Or what I soon found out was a demon. A vampire. He saw my neck was bleeding profusely and he changed me. Didn't fight him off because I thought he was going to kill me as well. He didn't. He made me immortal. He cursed me and I hated him for it. As soon as I was aware of my powers, I disappeared from him.


between the lines______


I'm very dependent on myself and I hate to ask anyone for help, it makes me feel in competent if I do. I'm not antisocial, if I must I will speak with other people, however I don't do it often seeing as I never relate to anyone I talk to. It makes no sense to me why people but fill silences, I like silence, gives me time to think. Which I do a lot. As long as I have lived it's really all you find yourself doing is thinking, reminiscing. Only I tend to get really deep in thought, to a point where I've lost all touch with my surroundings. The girls love calling this my "Gone With The Wind" moment and often I'm gone from minutes to hours at a time. In good moods I'm pleasing to be around, I'm humorous and even sometimes affectionate. So I have my moments.

However on bad days I'm terrible to be around. I'm temperamental and I hate being around those I don't know. In my bad mood you will notice rigid posture and a lot of growling, this is much different from my regular stoic attitude and some prefer my emotionless normalcy over the pissed Anne anyday. Around crowds I will be quiet and sharp mouthed, surprisingly enough, I hate authority figures. Okay, not that surprising. I'm a very old woman and the fact that there are adult out there that are babies compared to me actually think they can boss me around. It doesn't usually piss me off but I will not reply kindly to that type of demand towards me.


my loves_______________



⁂ Small Children
⁂ The Rain
⁂ Swimming
⁂ Silence
⁂ Reading

my hates_______________



◊ Losing My Cool
◊ Enclosed Spaces
◊ Loud Noises
◊ Ignorance
◊ Indecision



Akina Ai Neko

::Twilight:~The Next Generation

The clever Genevive and french fantasy philosopher has moved from her homey Paris to the boring Forks. But it wasn't as boring as she thought.

As a philosopher, she has a duty to explore the unimaginable.

As a writer, she has to have the plots.

As a detective, she needs evidence and proof.

And as a daydreamer, she needs excitment.

But as a (not known yet)pyschic, she's never afraid of fate.

When life gave me lemons...
...I made Kool-Aid

||Human||



I Blow Out... 18 candles

On... January 3rd

I'm Here Thanks To... Jacquin Laine (RIP) and Dana Pear Paige

I Love...
.To read fantasies.
.My Reading Spot.
.Rain.
.Coldness when I sleep.
.Swimming.
.Charming people.

I Can't Stand...
.::.Rude People.::.
.::.Self-Centered People.::.
.::.Being constantly Interupted.::.
.::.Getting Scared or Paranoid.::.
.::.The Eerie Feeling I Get In My Room Sometimes.::.
.::.The Way I Always Talk To Myself.::.

My Mask Is... "Isn't she that new kid?"..."What a weirdo!"..."So quiet and mysterious."..."Nice eyes, but she reads too much"..."I heard she came from france!"..."Pretty...pretty weird!"..."She looks nice, too bad when I talk to her she merely stares at me like I'm asking for a flying pig"..."Sweet and delcate...also insanely quiet"..."I'd like to get to know her, but she talks to herself A LOT"..."I heard her voice is like an angel's though nobody really has."..."She's damned sexy! But quiet ad reads a lot."..."She insane! I see her talking to herself way to much!"..."Gene- who?!"

But Really... Me? I'm me. I'm not too talkative around people because well, what much is there to say? Usually people bore me with their stupid problems and tiring nuisances. I'm unique and different, me. Who else? But I do tend to get overly paranoid. Also I talk to myself a lot, it's pretty weird. But I can't help it! Also I laugh at my own personal jokes. Yes, it's true I look at people oddly when they speak to me, mostly because I'm wondering why they would cut through their day to speak to boring me. Even though they can be quite boring themselves. I'm way different at home though, at home I would be dancing and bouncing bubbly. Way different, it scares my mom at times.

My Story So Far Has Been… I was born in France, weird right? No, because I moved away when I was 13, though I speak fluent French, nobody knows except my mom. The reason is my mom is a writer and she was on tour in france because they actually published it in french. Anywho, my mom fell in love with Jacquin Laine Paige a great artist, 4 years later, popped out lil' ole' me. I lived a great life in France, meeting famous people and writers. I loved it... When I was 11 my daddy died in a car crash, on his birthday. Unable to stay in France with so many memories, we moved to America. In fact we moved around a few times.

Now she finally settled in a sweet (large) house in this stupid place called Forks. It's so large I actually have my own floor, it's sort of like my apartment. I love it so much. Though sometimes I get this eerie feeling up there. I don't tell anyone I'm...wealthy, because I want them to like me for me...the new kid. Okay, I guess that's not a good impression. Anywho, I enjoy reading in quiet isolated spaces and I tend to find a place quickly. When I read I hate to get interupted, but occasionally I read when I'm lonely so interupting me might cheer me up.

Now in Forks, I expected a bunch of hicks. And well, mon dieu, let's say the things I learned was definitly not what I expected. The first day, I was close to ditching school and I'm glad I didn't. I met a relatively interesting student, she goes by the name of Newton or Jen. But I call her Jennifer The unique, exquisite and ingenious Jennifer E. Newton sparked my adventure when she asked of my obsession and found herself interested. Then when we hear of a changing in Forks, Jennifer continually speaks of an Issac Cheney. Quite frankly, I became tired of the name. Until we find out he's the changeling.

Later, I have an idea, a risky one, but an idea nonetheless. It was a deadly mission, but had to be done.
We went to the Cullen Mansion.
While there we find out facts that were ideal and not so wanted. Then I have a weird feeling about the meadow I read at, it had interesting facts to it, but it meant nothing in the end.

Suddenly, one boring day, without notice. I'm swept from my bed and ordered to go on some tour with my mom. I hated it(except for the cool clothes I got), I couldn't keep my mind off of the fact I knew exactly what Isaac Cheney looked like without meeting him, that vampires, infact, roamed Forks. And the suspicious suicide in Seattle.

When I finally returned, I found Jennifer pounding with information and the Cullens nowhere to be seen, team vampirehunters in movement. Not that we're going to kill them or anything!

||Akina Ai Neko||

To depend is to influence pain,

you never exactly have the right to depend for the pain will never come to an end.

Why ask and get hurt?

For the acceptance will make it far worse?

I hate to admit,

for some I do depend.

Even now I can’t shake the pain,

the hurt.

A pain so far fetched that it is endless.

I won’t ask of you not to depend,

for the consequences are your choice.

But the warning does not helps along the run,

because then you know my word you have ignored has gotten you shunned.

So hear my warning but do not shed a tear,

because for God’s sake if you didn’t listen,

I really don’t care.

Dear WHOLE FREAKING WORLD:


I have lived my whole pathetic life looking for acceptance in people I don't care about. I try to get boyfriends(irl) that are "popular" to make myself popular. Over the 2 years I have not suceeded. Suddenly boys are asking me out, and I decline! Yes, I do! WHy? I didn't know, now I do. They are all the same! All they had are those dull personalitys, so predictable. It's exceedingly boring, nothing excites me anymore. Not even boys. I know I may be raising my standards, but can you blame me!? There is nothing unique about boys these days. I admit, some qualities are well. But they are the same qualities SAME with every boy. I even broke up with my girl friend because I found no excitment in her(we're friends now). There are no spontaneous, fun, keep you on your toes boys anymore. I look out the window I see 2 or more boys walking in a hat and heavy sweatshirt baggy pants and hands in their pockets. Talking about hunting or video games or girls they want to make out or date. I don't care. They are boring, they're not making me laugh with them. No more like at them, I show no interest in those types of boys now. I find myself looking right through their exterior to see a boring boy with no excitment in their life. I'll admit there is some pretty hot boys out there, but whats a shiny apple if it's hollow. They're only good to look at. So I've decided I'm not dating any boy (at all) until I've found my Mr. Uniquely mine male. Thank you fr reading.


Love you,
Uniquely yours Akina Ai neko