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[Kindred]

[ you live to hurt | you hurt to please ]

[ but i'd rather not be ruined | begging on old knees ]

kindred blue :: daydream believer

Hey there. My name is Kindred Blue - thats first name Kindred, second name Blue, for the simple minded of us. I'm twenty-one years old, and a girl (much to my annoyance, I must admit, at times). I'm straight as far as sexuality goes.

I enjoy playing my guitar, though not necessarily around other people, along with writing in many forms, and drawing. I also sing alot for no reason, and with little talent. Acting is a big thing for me, too, and I adore playing a part in anything by Shakespeare. I don't like people who are overly flirty, or sex obsessed, and I'm terrified of moths.

I don't have much family except my mother and my father - who are both alive, well, and calling me every weekend.

I've got a pretty standard build - meaning I'm not thin, but I'm not large either. I have a reasonably pale complexion, which comes of staying out of the sun alot, and the only makeup I ever wear is clear lipgloss, and a thin layer of black eyeliner and mascara (unless I'm off to a gig, then the makeup gets better). I have black hair that goes a little way past my shoulders, and it's not in much of a style, but it doesn't bother me much. My eyes are an odd sort of purple-blue, and I have an English accent - but no, I don't talk like Scar from the Lion King, nor do I talk like Mr Bean.

My personality is pretty normal - well, I like to say so. I'm generally somewhat quiet, but not essentially silent, and when I do talk its usually with alot of rather English wit and humour (so any Americans wont find me all that funny most of the time). I'm pretty intelligent, or so I'm told, and I'll do soome pretty crazy things if I'm in the right mood. I don't smoke, and never will, but I do drink often and take drugs occasionally.

I've got enough money to live the life I want - my Dad left me quite a sum of money in my bank account to keep me going until I get a job that pays well.

I'm neutral right now - neither a thief, nor part of the CIA.

.. sample post

Creak.

My hand ceased its caressing of the strings upon my guitar - the sound had been almost silent. Could somebody have heard me? I allowed a look of both confusion and annoyance to crawl over my face, as I twisted round froom by place behind the oak tree (which was somewhat difficult, considering I was stood with one foot backing me up onto the bark, with an acoustic guitar resting on my raised knee). I could only just see around the thick trunk of the tree, and when I looked, I'd missed the intruders' entry. I could see that cemetary gate just fine, though, and it was wide open, I shook my head. I'd been smart enough to close it after arriving.

I moved back and leant against the tree, letting my head fall back to find a place upon the bark. Biting my lip, I considered my options in this situation. I doubted that this... person.. knew I was here - like I said, the music had been practically silent - so I thought it'd be a bit of a shock if I suddenly popped out from behind a tree, with a silly grin on my face. The cemetary paedophile, back for vengence, I thought softly, a light smile replacing my previous look.

But enough, I'd obviously just set my thought train onto the wrong track; I was supposed to be considering my options. One established and dismissed, I tilted my head in order to think of some more. Could just carry on playing, as if you don't know they're around. No, that was a stupid idea - I couldn't just pretend that, in the silence of the cemetary, I had failed to hear the loud groan of the gates I'd since left behind.

I wasn't scared about this stranger, just worried about their reaction to me. Even if I had been here first, I couldn't just keep playing on as if nothing had happened. That'd be a pretty creepy thing. I knew that there were alot of weirdo's out nowdays - not that I couldn't take care of myself, I reminded myself, with a light touch to the back pocket of my black jeans to confirm that the small covered knife I carried was still there - but I didn't feel like this person was about to attack me. They didn't even know where I was. Didn't even know I was around.

With a sigh that didn't actually make a noise, I skillfully held my guitar in safety and slid my back down the tree trunk to sit in the ground. I instantly regretted it, as the sharper parts of the bark scratched their mark into my back, through the fairly thin shirt I wore, with 'Mario's' emblazoned across the front.

"Aww shit.." I muttered, touching my hand to my skin and finding slight traces of blood. I licked it off my finger and shook my head - well, waste not, want not.

ooc :: Hope its okay that I didnt use the form. All the info is there, though C:

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[Riley]

Accepted.

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