what a sight, kimmy

[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY so much for secrets in the what seemed like a small town of manuka, lara found herself waking up the the buzzing sound interrupting her sleepless night. lately, the nineteen year old found herself at a loss finding sleep for herself, but she had came to the conclusion that it may happen when she's dead. sometimes she forgets that she's just human and she isn't as invisible as the thinks she is sometimes, but who cares about that? a low sigh escaped her lips, as she glanced at the clock checking out the time and then her mother walked in the door and told her to take a break from her job and go do something normal. what on earth would keep her busy, when all she wanted to do was lessen the population of the supernatural creatures that annoyed her. she glanced around her room noticing the sunlight during the day was peering out the curtains that were a settle shade of crimson. she pushed herself up into a sitting position, then felt herself wanting to go back asleep. she had a thought that the alarm was done on purpose after she fell asleep, but she lived by herself now. of course, her adopted parents knew how to pick stupid locks and now she was going to have to do something humane. so, she took a quick shower and found herself done fixing her make up and hair. it wasn't long before she was slipping on a pair of dark jeans, white button up shirt, black combat boots, and a black leather jacket. then turned on the heels of her boots and walked out of her room and soon the door of the apartment, she currently still owned. she let out a soft sigh escape her lips while she gathered her things and placed the weapons that she always placed them in hidden places; she need to make sure that she would be able to protect herself. she wasn't into spraying herself into girly perfume, since she felt like she had a pleasant natural odor..besides it took a lot for her to perspire. the destination of where she was going to find herself located at, while she pretended like she was a normal human was unknown. however, before she knew it she was walking beside the gates of the manuka's zoo, which happened to have a 'm' name as well. it was pretty ironic in her opinion. finding herself rolling her eyes behind her brand name sunglasses, that she couldn't remember the name of and ended up shrugging her shoulders, "might as well." as she muttered under her breath as she finished walking up to the entrance. it took awhile but she was finally inside the gates of the zoo after playing for a ticket. now if someone that wasn't ignorant would come help make this trip interesting. but that couldn't really happen, could it? 488 for member/character come on, so she won't be lonely long. ---------------- CREDIT

[kimmi]

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Needless to say, Kimberly didn’t end up at the zoo a lot. Too busy. Too much going on to do the normal things that average people did. Being a model was hard. Most people would have probably huffed at that statement- ‘oh what’s harder, the richer than me part or the part where you just starve yourself?’ While Kimberly didn’t starve herself, she did have to watch what she eat. She had to watch everything in and out of her house. The media ruined her life. Prevented her from one of the best things she was sure that happened to her. Kale was now dating her worse nightmare, and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it just because she couldn’t bring the gentleman southern boy into the media life. Plus, considering she had accidently tried to kill him when she was a werewolf, it made her very wary of him. He burned her. She had zero idea he was a firetamer. Now she was wearing sleeves everywhere she went because the cursed fire burned her arm.

Now she was wandering around. Trying to find some things that normal people did with themselves. They went to zoos. She might have some icecream while she was there (ever since she had icecream the first time about a year ago, she couldn’t stop herself from eating a ton of it because it was so fucking good). She wasn’t sure. It was times like these Kimberly wished she had more friends. She wanted to call Kinsley- her best friend- but that girl seemed to busy with her own life of hunting at the moment. There was really hardly anyone else. Kimmi was a pleasant person when you caught her in the right mood. Which was never for the most part. She spent most of her time being a bitch to everyone that walked by. She was getting better at it, but not yet perfected it. All her years, she hadn’t known anything else besides the life she was living. Why did she feel so lonely all the time?

Her eyes glanced at all the animals around. Some were fluffy and cute. Others scared her a little bit. Like the crocodiles walking around or the things that were able to escape and kill you with one leap. She tried to avoid looking at some of the wolves. It gave her too many reminders of the monster she was. Ruining her life even now. She still had nightmares about the first beast that came over and bit her. Someone had to come over and tell her what happened because she was confused and uncertain of what just happened to her. Those were not the times she liked to remember. There weren’t many times she liked to remember. While some of her life hadn’t been entirely unhappy, not much of it had been happy. Which made her of course, lucky in the town of Manuka. It seemed that every person here had some sort of sob story. Kinsley’s mother had died at a young age. Many hunters or human haters had some reason behind it. They looked at her life of luxury and spat on it. If only they really knew.

Perhaps one of the reasons she was so sour all the time. Her mouth in a constant frown, although truly beautiful as she walked. She knew that heads were turning at her. Some eyes running down her figure. She was used to it. If a model wasn’t beautiful, then what was it? It was her entire job to be beautiful, so of course she knew she was. She was gliding and so deep into her thoughts on her way to the artic part of the exhibit that she hadn’t noticed she rammed right into someone. Her mind snapped back to reality as she saw a dark haired woman in front of her. With a frown, she huffed, ”Excuse me. Why don’t you watch yourself?” She asked in her normal snappy bitchy tone she used with absolutely everyone. At one point, she had tried to quit, but at this point, it was just habit. Having a wall and a guard to make sure that no one got close. No one understand what that might have meant to them. It was better to get into fights than the alternative.

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

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[kimmi]

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Being a bit of a rude bratty bitch, she could deal with other rude people easily. It was usually the ones who gave her nothing but kindness she didn’t know what to do with. Killing with kindness was the best way to deal with Kimberly Wilson. It confused her. Left her speechless, and usually ended in a ‘whatever’ and walk away because what else could she possibly do? Continue to bag on people while they gave her a nice shy smile and more of a hurt look? She was pretty awful, but she wouldn’t go all the way to say she was heartless. It was simply how she had grown up. If you weren’t strong and off setting like that, people easily walked all over you and your career. Plus, her fellow models- guys and girls alike- were pretty much the same way when talking to people. It was the only way of surviving unless you wanted to have zero connections. Never good in a networking world.

The hot sun probably wasn’t helping out her mood. She still wore as little clothes as possible with sleeves but hey, sleeves were sleeves. They were still unbearably hot without even a chance of pulling them up. If she pulled them up, there was going to be someone with a camera who would zoom in and focus on the burn. Ask what happened. Know why she was mysteriously wandering around not showing her arms. Wonder why she wanted to keep something that seemed so simple and plain a secret from the rest of the world. No thank you. Easier to deal with the heat, though it put the model into a more foul of a mood. Her hair was getting drenched in sweat. Which was full of gross. When she got home from the zoo, she was going to take a long cold shower. Everything seemed okay until she ran into someone. Being someone of importance, she scoffed at her. Seeing she sent the girl flinging into a nearby tree. It had to be the werewolf strength, as Kimberly as a human would literally have zero muscles.

The other woman had a mouth on her. Perfect. Kimberly knew how to deal with this. She noticed that since she had become a werewolf, she was also very easily angered. Her parents were both calm, so it was the only excuse she could think of for her high temper. Kimberly didn’t fight. The only time she had fought in her life was the vampire- Talia. The worse nightmare. The current girlfriend of the guy she liked. That was worth the cuts and bruises, although those had taken not too long to heal considering her supernatural abilities. Still, vampire scratches were the worst. She wasn’t going to fight the woman in front of her unless she had to. She did not fail to notice her clenched up fists. She also ignored them. As if they were empty threats, having no idea about this girl. From her looks, Kimberly would have guessed someone who was all talk no walk. Find out if that was true or not, huh? ”You were standing in my way. Why should I watch where I’m going?” She asked with a snobby type of pride bursting through her. That’s right, she was important. Or she’d like to think she was.

So when she hinted that she wasn’t even worth the time, Kimberly fumed. Normally, she might have rolled her eyes and walked away from it, but no. There was a lot of bottled feelings she was giving and her temper was higher now that it was closer to the full moon. It wasn’t going to be like that. There were already eyes looking at her, and she was very aware that this face could be on page ten of the local magazine, but for a couple of moments, she didn’t care. She already had that sort of reputation, so feeding this particular reputation was actually better for her than not. Little messed up, but that was the life of a celebrity. No one paid to good celebrities who had no drama in their life. Another reason she wasn’t going to bring Kale into this. ”Oh please, out of the two of us, I am not the worthless one.” Taunting. Sour. Snobbish. She didn’t want her to just wander away like it was nothing. How dare she. Face her. Call her a couple of things so Kimberly could call them back. This is strangely what she had been needing all week. This is the stuff she could deal with and knew exactly what to do and how to do it. It was worth it. Like the princess she was, she crossed her arms and popped out her hip, keeping her hard face forward, a frown on her lips. Beautiful but fierce.

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY The brunette was never good at talking about those things called feelings, anything closely related to her personal things, or anything in that nature. She would much rather resort to violence and turn to her sadistic nature to do what she pleased with the remains. The only form of compainions and the only people that she would enjoy being around somewhat were fellow hunters, that's when she put in actual effort to be nice and civil. She felt her fist clinch while she was facing towards this idiotic woman, that seemed to be just as much as a bitch as she was and that wasn't going to fly while people were around. She hadn't killed a single thing today, but she was pretty sure that she was going to go against her adopted parents wishes and hunt, as it was a form of venting. However, there was no real way in dealing with this particular hunter, she tended to be a bully to the weak and a sadistic hunter when dealing with people stronger than her; the lucky ones tended to be the men that had the chance of falling into pray of becoming a fellow friend with benefit, but less friend and just a benefit type person. She did notice before words even uttered out of her own mouth, that the woman that was proving herself a hasstle to keep a calm atomsphere was wearing sleeves. There was a few reasons why people would want to were sleeves in the blazing sun and knew that this appearingly young woman wasn't in the favor of religious belief, so she was hiding something. Michie had a talent of noticing small detail and tended to assume the worst, a thought fragment wished that the woman was a werewolf so she wouldn't feel some form of second thought about ripping her to shreads, if she kept it up. Maybe it was her fault, for being easily triggered to cause so much hatred for a single person in a instant. But she felt like she would always be a ticking time bomb, she had never met a single person that would be able to calm her down in the instant moment, and also felt like she would never know what's so special about love when she had the pleasure of causing death and decay. The public scene was the only thing keeping her from swinging her fist into this ones pretty little face, by the time she heard the girls snobby comment, she could barely feel her own nails digging into the palms of her hands. For one, she was filled with adrelian and was so used to the feeling, of the very fiber of control that she had left from her being a little girl, her eyes trained back over the the other girl, "This is called a zoo, people stand infront of animals for no apparent reason. So, I advise you go to somewhere else if you want to prance around like a gaint ape." she replied, with a mock snobby tone that matched the ones infront of her perfectly. She wasn't sure why this.. person.. felt the need to make herself known and to want to appear like she was the "king" shit, but obviously, to Michie's point of view she was getting knocked off her pedastool. Her fists were still balled up even while she turned on her heels, she was planning to put as much distance between her and this mouthy woman as she could, so she could calm down enough to attempt to enjoy the rest of her day. She would have much rather ran into someone that she could play with and not want to strangle, letting out a light irritated sigh at the idea that her day could have been soo much easier, ifs her stayed at home. She really didn't recognize her, so this thing could chill on the celebrity act, go home and bawl to her ninty felines. She still had her hands balled up in fists, but her nails slowly started easing out from the flesh from her skin, ringlets of red started forming were her nails were located at; she still hadn't noiced this or would really share a fiber of care towards it. This woman just couldn't allow her to leave, this person must not have realized that she was missing with a trained killing machine. The others comment caused her to stop dead in her tracks in retreating, she picked up on foot and placed it over her other foot and turned effortlessly on the balls of her feet and met her in the eyes, "You are obviously an idiot to think that you're not the worthless one. You can just step off your stupid pedastool and get the fuck over it. Not everyone is going to roll over and let you walk over them like apparently they have been and you better stop while you are ahead, before my fist connect with that oh-so-pretty thing you call a fist." she replied to her, mocking and going off on her. She was trying pretty hard to just react in a punch. Her eyes narrowed and got in a stance that could effortless go between offence and defensive. enough for kimmy/emily meow cat fight. xD pft pft. ---------------- CREDIT