Post by adelaide1 on Dec 9, 2010 17:49:08 GMT -5
PIPER STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
[/color][/font]AS SHE'S LEAVING HER FATHER STARES
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?
[/color]ANOTHER BOY SHE RUNS TO TONIGHT[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Piper
GENDER: female
AGE: 26 years (just turned)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
CANON OR ORIGINAL: ORIGINAL[/color][/font]
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD
[/color]HE'S DISAPPOINTED AND OFF TO BED[/font][/center]
HAIR: long, wavy (or straight), blonde
EYES: grey-blue
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'2 105lbs
Physical description: Piper is about 5 feet, 2 inches, but she wears tall heels most of the time to make her look taller. She weighs about 105 pounds and has a very thin build to her. She has light blonde hair that flows gently around her shoulders, usually straight, but she sometimes let it fall wavy. Piper has beautiful blue/ grey eyes that are ringed with a dark blue almost black color. For make-up, she outlines her eyes in either black or grey to make them stand out and puts a little bit of eye shadow and lipgloss on, but nothing else, for she feels that too much make-up is not letting people see truly see you, therefore, you are only a fake.
Piper wears clothes that are comfortable to her, especially when riding. She wears a lot of designer clothing, even when she is riding. In the summer, she enjoys wearing short shorts and tank tops, sometimes she'll even throw on a sun dress. In the winter, though, she wears sweatshirts and hoodies with designer jeans or some sweat pants. It all depends on what she is doing. Piper also likes to wear jewelry, and is always seen with her grandmother's ring on.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: She has a few fairly distinct scars from her falls, but nothing too big.[/color][/font]
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BUT HE WON"T BE SLEEPING
[/color]BECAUSE THE HOURS SHE'S KEEPING ARE NOT RIGHT[/font][/center]
*racing horses
*riding
*horses (animals in general)
*helping people
*cute guys
*parties
*wine
*watching races
*nice people
*foals
*thunderstorms/ rain
DISLIKES:
*abused horses/ animals
*the sight of blood (she can stand it, though)
*watching a horse fall on the track
*watching a horse be put down
*racing in the rain
STRENGTHS:
*great at riding/ racing horses
*horse care
*law
WEAKNESSES:
*socializing
*training horses
*hospitals (can't stand them)
HABITS/QUIRKS:
*twirls hair when nervous
*bites nails sometimes
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Yes, Piper is a very happy, young girl. She owns many horses and loves them all. In fact, they are what make her so happy all of the time. She loves them and they love her. She absolutely adores riding and can't wait to go for a ride sometime in the day. She never gets tired of her horses and never gets mad at them even when they do the wrong thing. Her happy-go-lucky attitude really gets her a lot of friends, and she loves it. She loves people and being around others. She is a very kind as well, and will go out of her way to help someone that needs it. She hates watching people get hurt or die, and especially can't bare to watch horses die.
Piper is a very patient person and will wait for hours to do something. Though, if it is something that she can't wait to do, she can get a little impatient, but it's not too bad. She is very sweet about everything, but she hates it when people compliment her on her personality. She also hates it when people tell her to do something with her life. It is her life, why should they tell her what to do? Though she has a kind heart, if you get her mad enough, she will go off on you and you will regret having said anything to her.
Piper is a kind, gentle girl that loves people and to be around them. She is a sweet girl and will be your best friend if you let her. She's a great shoulder to lean on and is always there for people when they need her. She loves helping people out and she gives good advice. Piper is a great friend if you let her be there for you and don't boss her around or make her jealous. If you do either of these things, brace yourself for a storm, for you have just made yourself a terrible enemy. She handles rejection pretty well, but if it's someone she loves, then she hates it and won't take a chance at being rejected from them. She also has frequent dumb moments and gets distracted pretty easily.[/color][/font]
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SHE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN THIS NEXT ONE EVENTUALLY LEAVES ME?[/font][/center]
*Leah Overstreet, 50, nurse: mom
*Joe Overstreet, 58, doctor: dad
SIBLINGS:
*Laya Overstreet
*John Overstreet
*Gabrielle Overstreet
*Aiden Overstreet
OTHER FAMILY:
*none
PETS:
*Sam
*Sasha
*Optimus
OVERALL HISTORY: Piper Overstreet was born a twin and raised in a small town in Tennessee. She was raised on a horse farm, and they mainly raised, bred, and raced Thoroughbreds. They raised champions and were known all over for their horses. Their horses made them hundreds of thousands of dollars, and there was only a few times in their lives that they were fairly low on money, but even then, they still had a lot of money in their pockets. Though they lived out in the middle of no where, Piper and her siblings grew up very happy, for every year for Christmas, they would get a new pony. This started when they were five years of age and would stop when they reached about ten years, for they started getting horses at that age.
The children of the Overstreet family had to care for their horses on their own, though the grooms of the barn did check over the horses afterward. If you hadn't taken good care of your horses that year, you would not get another one for Christmas. In a way, it was a reward, though the first few were just the Overstreet parents trying to spend some of their money. Even when Piper and her siblings didn't take very good care of their horses (if they were doing the best that they could) they would still get a pony. It was rare that Leah and Joe didn't buy a horse for their children. They had too much money for the small town that they lived in and they had no clue what to do with all of it.
Piper went to highschool like every other kid and got an education. She was a straight A student, but she hated school. She loved seeing her friends, though, but she didn't really like having her brother, Aiden, in the same grade as she was in. It got to be quite awkward at times, but sometimes it was alright. They would introduce each other to friends that they felt would be good matches for each other. Piper and John went through many relationships, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't seem to introduce each other to the right friend. And then finally, one day Piper did it. She introduced Aiden to her best friend, Maya, and the connection happened immediately. Aiden and Maya will soon be getting married.
After her great childhood of growing up and getting a pony every year for Christmas, high school flings, and finding the perfect match for her brother, Piper had to do what every child has to. She had to go to college. Her parents paid for it easily, and she went to law school in California. She loved it there, and got into many flings there, too, but, unfortunately, her brother hadn't wanted to go there, so he was half way across the country and couldn't introduce Piper to any of his friends. She had some troubles at first, but then she started making many friends. Now, those friends are gone, though she was still keep some of them in her heart, and a new time is beginning. She is out of college and is ready to start her life out in the real world.[/color][/font]
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HOW CAN A MAN BE ALL THAT THEY SAY
[/color]WHEN ALL THAT I KNOW IS MEN RUNAWAY?[/font][/center]
From another site I'm on.
The humans were an odd species. To a dog's point of view, anyway. Sometimes, dogs found that the humans were very kind and nice. These dogs are the ones that the humans call 'pets'. To some strays, pets were heros. Maybe not so much heros as they had the life that every stray dreamed of. To others -like the one running from them now-, however, the 'pets' were frowned upon. Who would ever want to live with someone that chases you down just to capture you, put something around your neck and then hit you when you did something that they didn't like?
The Devil Wears Prada was a very beautiful dalmatian that had very few spots. Where she did have spots, though, they were faded and not very distinct. Her ears were very dark, and that was a very noticeable thing about her. She hated the humans more than anything. She had already been caught by them once in her lifetime, and she didn't need it to happen again. She was already reminded greatly of it because of the collar that they had put around her neck. It was a pretty purple color, but it jingled every time she stepped, making it very hard for her to sneak up on anyone. She had been captured for only a short amount of time before she had escaped. It had actually been just recently, really, for there were still 'Lost Dog' signs all over town with her face on them. She felt pretty popular because of these signs, but after a moment of thinking, she realized that popular might not be such a good thing.
As she was trotting along, she looked up at the people around her. They didn't really move out of her way, they just walked along beside her, barely looking at her. Many of them carried large bags in one hand and talked into something else that they held beside their ear with the other. Some held things in their hands that they would occasionally put to their lips. Others held food. These were the humans that Prada payed close attention to. She was so hungry, and she would have liked a meal. At the thought of a meal, her stomach growled, and she got a slightly pained look on her face. She hated being hungry, and that was the only reason that she liked the humans. All you have to do is sit pretty and tilt your head to the side with a cute look on your face, and most of the time they'll give you food.
While The Devil Wears Prada was looking up and examining the people, she didn't notice that a human, also not paying attention was walking toward her. Pretty soon, the man stepped on Prada's foot and kicked her. The Devil Wears Prada felt pain shoot up through her foot into her shoulders and down to her ribs wear the human had kicked her. She let out a loud yelp and limped off tot the side where she sat, staring at the man that had cause her the pain she felt. He looked like he felt sorry for her, but she couldn't tell. He started to come closer to her, and she showed her teeth at him, warning him to back off. He kept coming closer, so she let her throat vibrate, producing a growl that warned him even more to back off. This time he did, and he left her alone, looking back as if he were sorry that he left her there alone.
Prada examined her foot for a little bit and then started licking it. After a while, the pain subsided, and she could put pressure on it again. She stood and shook herself off before looking around. Spotting a large van, she cursed under her breath. She had seen that car before, and she knew that bad people were inside it. She took off, heading straight for a warehouse that she knew all too well, and sure enough, the van followed. She darted quickly down an alley. She made a sharp turn and ran down a little ways before she skidded to a stop. The alley had ended and there was no way for her to get out. Right behind her, the van hit its breaks. She watched with her mismatched eyes as two humans exited the van, standing on both sides of it, thinking that they had her cornered. Prada was smart than that, though.
She waited until they were about to put things around her neck before she bolted. They just barely missed her neck, and she leaped up on top of the hood of the van, climbed over the top of it and landed behind it, before sprinting out of the alley. She smiled slightly at her smart move, knowing that she had a while to get away before they would be able to get their truck out of the alley. Though she knew that she had time, she still pushed herself to sprint. Her front legs stretched far out in front of her and then curled up underneath her as she pushed with her back legs. Her body couldn't stretch to its full length because of all the people, but she carefully wove her way around them and found that she could get quite close to her full length.
The Devil Wears Prada was almost to the warehouse when she had to cross the street. She had always hated crossing the street and she came skidding to a halt as she approached it. She watched as the vehicles sped past her, disrupting the air and sending blasts of it up so that her fur rustled. She stared at the road, not moving, for a few minutes before she finally came back to her senses and heard yelling behind her.
"Grab her! Grab that dog! Grab her collar!"
Prada's head whipped around and she saw the men that had been chasing her before. She cursed under her breath and leaped out into the road, taking on a full sprint. She heard cars hitting their brakes and screeching to a stop all around her. She darted this way and that, trying to avoid getting hit. At one time, she came close to getting hit. This scared her so bad that she took off in the other direction, but another car was coming that way. She stopped and backed up. She looked around and beside her, she saw another one coming. She let out a loud whine and crouched down, knowing that this was the end for her. She placed her paws over her nose and whimpered loudly. She flattened her ears against her head and closed her eyes. She could faintly hear the screeching of tires before their was a loud bang and many cries of terror. Prada knew she was dead.
The Devil Wears Prada was very much alive, though. The car that had been coming straight at her swerved and hit a pole. She saw that the car had gone into the crowd of humans, and Prada knew that a few of them had probably been injured if not killed. Before she could think about it, though, she took off, cutting through an alley and entering the dark warehouse. It was night, and Prada was having a little bit of trouble seeing as she entered the building. She couldn't see anything for a moment, so she walked blindly to the center of the room, thinking that she was against the wall. Her eyes focused, then, and she realized that she had just walked right into a pack of about three male dogs and one female sitting in the corner. Her breath caught and she was about to turn and start running when one of the males grabbed her collar.
"Where you going there, sweetheart? Why don't you stay and keep us company awhile? We've been quite lonely for a few days." Said the largest one, who was no bigger than Prada and looked as if he hadn't eaten in days, a week or so, even. She growled, showing her teeth and shook herself, trying to get free of the one holding her collar. Let go of me, you stupid mutt! I'm not afraid of you! She growled to him, but in all reality, she was. She hated it when males like these found her. They most certainly didn't have any good intentions in mind for her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. It was the other female, and she was moving toward the door to escape. These males had abused her to no end, and that was what they had in mind for Prada. She growled and swiped out at the one holding her, knocking his leg out from underneath him and sending him to the ground. He released her collar and she darted for the door.
The Devil Wears Prada was almost to the door. She could see the dim light of a street light. She was so close to being free. That's when she was swatted against the wall. All the breath left her, and she was struggling to catch it, giving all of the males enough time to get right on top of her. The largest one was smiling down at her while the other two attacked. One bit down on her back leg, and the other aimed for her jugular at first, but then decided to go after something that wouldn't kill her, just weaken her. He bit into her flesh in the side of her neck, and blood started to flow. Prada yelped, but she instantly felt more pain. She whined lightly as the males snarled and snuffed around, causing her blood to flow and practically pool around her. Her blood stained their muzzles, and the pain was so bad that all she wanted to do was die. She decided to let out one final call. A howl. It got out, and for a moment it was beautiful, and then it was gone, turned into a yelp of pain as the grips on her tightened. She whined, waiting for the end or someone to come save her.
The Devil Wears Prada was a very beautiful dalmatian that had very few spots. Where she did have spots, though, they were faded and not very distinct. Her ears were very dark, and that was a very noticeable thing about her. She hated the humans more than anything. She had already been caught by them once in her lifetime, and she didn't need it to happen again. She was already reminded greatly of it because of the collar that they had put around her neck. It was a pretty purple color, but it jingled every time she stepped, making it very hard for her to sneak up on anyone. She had been captured for only a short amount of time before she had escaped. It had actually been just recently, really, for there were still 'Lost Dog' signs all over town with her face on them. She felt pretty popular because of these signs, but after a moment of thinking, she realized that popular might not be such a good thing.
As she was trotting along, she looked up at the people around her. They didn't really move out of her way, they just walked along beside her, barely looking at her. Many of them carried large bags in one hand and talked into something else that they held beside their ear with the other. Some held things in their hands that they would occasionally put to their lips. Others held food. These were the humans that Prada payed close attention to. She was so hungry, and she would have liked a meal. At the thought of a meal, her stomach growled, and she got a slightly pained look on her face. She hated being hungry, and that was the only reason that she liked the humans. All you have to do is sit pretty and tilt your head to the side with a cute look on your face, and most of the time they'll give you food.
While The Devil Wears Prada was looking up and examining the people, she didn't notice that a human, also not paying attention was walking toward her. Pretty soon, the man stepped on Prada's foot and kicked her. The Devil Wears Prada felt pain shoot up through her foot into her shoulders and down to her ribs wear the human had kicked her. She let out a loud yelp and limped off tot the side where she sat, staring at the man that had cause her the pain she felt. He looked like he felt sorry for her, but she couldn't tell. He started to come closer to her, and she showed her teeth at him, warning him to back off. He kept coming closer, so she let her throat vibrate, producing a growl that warned him even more to back off. This time he did, and he left her alone, looking back as if he were sorry that he left her there alone.
Prada examined her foot for a little bit and then started licking it. After a while, the pain subsided, and she could put pressure on it again. She stood and shook herself off before looking around. Spotting a large van, she cursed under her breath. She had seen that car before, and she knew that bad people were inside it. She took off, heading straight for a warehouse that she knew all too well, and sure enough, the van followed. She darted quickly down an alley. She made a sharp turn and ran down a little ways before she skidded to a stop. The alley had ended and there was no way for her to get out. Right behind her, the van hit its breaks. She watched with her mismatched eyes as two humans exited the van, standing on both sides of it, thinking that they had her cornered. Prada was smart than that, though.
She waited until they were about to put things around her neck before she bolted. They just barely missed her neck, and she leaped up on top of the hood of the van, climbed over the top of it and landed behind it, before sprinting out of the alley. She smiled slightly at her smart move, knowing that she had a while to get away before they would be able to get their truck out of the alley. Though she knew that she had time, she still pushed herself to sprint. Her front legs stretched far out in front of her and then curled up underneath her as she pushed with her back legs. Her body couldn't stretch to its full length because of all the people, but she carefully wove her way around them and found that she could get quite close to her full length.
The Devil Wears Prada was almost to the warehouse when she had to cross the street. She had always hated crossing the street and she came skidding to a halt as she approached it. She watched as the vehicles sped past her, disrupting the air and sending blasts of it up so that her fur rustled. She stared at the road, not moving, for a few minutes before she finally came back to her senses and heard yelling behind her.
"Grab her! Grab that dog! Grab her collar!"
Prada's head whipped around and she saw the men that had been chasing her before. She cursed under her breath and leaped out into the road, taking on a full sprint. She heard cars hitting their brakes and screeching to a stop all around her. She darted this way and that, trying to avoid getting hit. At one time, she came close to getting hit. This scared her so bad that she took off in the other direction, but another car was coming that way. She stopped and backed up. She looked around and beside her, she saw another one coming. She let out a loud whine and crouched down, knowing that this was the end for her. She placed her paws over her nose and whimpered loudly. She flattened her ears against her head and closed her eyes. She could faintly hear the screeching of tires before their was a loud bang and many cries of terror. Prada knew she was dead.
The Devil Wears Prada was very much alive, though. The car that had been coming straight at her swerved and hit a pole. She saw that the car had gone into the crowd of humans, and Prada knew that a few of them had probably been injured if not killed. Before she could think about it, though, she took off, cutting through an alley and entering the dark warehouse. It was night, and Prada was having a little bit of trouble seeing as she entered the building. She couldn't see anything for a moment, so she walked blindly to the center of the room, thinking that she was against the wall. Her eyes focused, then, and she realized that she had just walked right into a pack of about three male dogs and one female sitting in the corner. Her breath caught and she was about to turn and start running when one of the males grabbed her collar.
"Where you going there, sweetheart? Why don't you stay and keep us company awhile? We've been quite lonely for a few days." Said the largest one, who was no bigger than Prada and looked as if he hadn't eaten in days, a week or so, even. She growled, showing her teeth and shook herself, trying to get free of the one holding her collar. Let go of me, you stupid mutt! I'm not afraid of you! She growled to him, but in all reality, she was. She hated it when males like these found her. They most certainly didn't have any good intentions in mind for her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. It was the other female, and she was moving toward the door to escape. These males had abused her to no end, and that was what they had in mind for Prada. She growled and swiped out at the one holding her, knocking his leg out from underneath him and sending him to the ground. He released her collar and she darted for the door.
The Devil Wears Prada was almost to the door. She could see the dim light of a street light. She was so close to being free. That's when she was swatted against the wall. All the breath left her, and she was struggling to catch it, giving all of the males enough time to get right on top of her. The largest one was smiling down at her while the other two attacked. One bit down on her back leg, and the other aimed for her jugular at first, but then decided to go after something that wouldn't kill her, just weaken her. He bit into her flesh in the side of her neck, and blood started to flow. Prada yelped, but she instantly felt more pain. She whined lightly as the males snarled and snuffed around, causing her blood to flow and practically pool around her. Her blood stained their muzzles, and the pain was so bad that all she wanted to do was die. She decided to let out one final call. A howl. It got out, and for a moment it was beautiful, and then it was gone, turned into a yelp of pain as the grips on her tightened. She whined, waiting for the end or someone to come save her.
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I THINK I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
[/color]IN EVERY MAN THAT I SEE.[/font][/center]
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