Post by tyler on Jan 25, 2012 17:35:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #131313;,true][cs=2] CELESTE ANNE ROUX  | |
| [atrb=width,200] nickname cele birthday 22/01/1991 place of birth Paris, France gender Female | [atrb=width,200] sexuality heterosexual nationality French membergroup transplant play by Kerti Pahk |
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family: Georgia Roux | mother | 43 | deceased Alfred Roux | father | 39 | deceased Miss Perry | guardian | 56 | nanny history: tyler - sixteen - 3 years Mitchell bought his knees up to his chest, moving his arm so that it was hanging over it - the sunrise was a magnificent thing and should be shared and was curious to know whether or not his 'friends' still came here everyday before school. He exhaled heavily as his mind became clouded, one question that he couldn't seem to rid of was where was Ashlynn? yes, maybe it was his first day back in town and he hadn't really been able to go out and about seeing what has changed etc. so maybe that is why he hadn't caught sight of the girl he missed dearly, he regretted not being able to say goodbye but that wasn't his fault, his parents had only told him that they were moving the day they did - he had no time to say goodbye to anyone and his parents would rather keep their departure a secret, knowing that if everyone were to find out they'd jump to conclusions and they'd be the talk of the town. Mitchell shook his head slowly as he gazed down at the sand below him, why couldn't he just let the past go and move on? whose to say that Ashlynn had skipped town like he had, but isn't coming back? what if she has a boyfriend? all these questions worried him but he found it hard to let go of a person you loved more than a best friend. Mitchell looked up and squinted at the bright beam of sunlight that hit him straight in the face, he missed feeling the sand beneath his toes, to the smell of salty sea water, every memory he thought he had lost was now returning was this a good sign? had he made the right choice to come back? he couldn't come to terms with the whole what if I stayed, he couldn't, he was here now and that was that. A dark approaching figure caught Mitchell's attention, his gaze quickly moved to follow the girl's movements, was it a girl? or was it just a boy with long hair? he laughed quietly to himself as he continued to watch the sun, but the person who just seated themselves a few metres in front of him stole his attention as he couldn't help but gaze over at it. He bit his lip as he thought about introducing himself to the stranger, would that be weird? what if her knew the person? what if it was Ashlynn? his eyes widened at the thought of it being Ashlynn, his eyes darted back and forth when he finally stood. Mitchell stood, dusting the sand from his behind as he clapped his hands in attempt to get it from them too, he slowly and cautiously made his way over - and stood right in front with a large grin over his face - his signature grin. Mitchell held out his hand for a friendly handshake "Hi there miss." he said staring at the girl who looked to be around the same age as he, she didn't look familiar but he sensed something but couldn't put his finger on what exactly and just assumed it was the heat. Mitchell couldn't decide on whether or not to add his name, it seemed to formal but to make friends you need to know each others names, right? "My name is Mitchell" he said as he sat in front of her, still holding his hand out. Mitchell could day dream all day about what would happen if he ran into Ashlynn, he wasn't sure on whether or not he'd tell her his secret of liking her this whole entire time - worried in case it would ruin their friendship, their strong friendship. That's if they were still friends, he knew the first question he was going to ask the stranger that was seated in front of him 'did she know Ashlynn'. FLEMING @ CAUTION 2.0 |
