Mocking Bird discussion

if you guys have any Backrounds that you wana say, put em here

What she mans if, a background/history about your character, how you met others (That me and Meadow are going to post soon) and other things. We even give permission to allow slightly cheesy stories. :D

yeah me and juliet worked realy hard to make an amazing backround >:D

Here's the background story me and Meadow have been working on for like, one day c(:

--> ((It's all from Meadow's point of view))

“It all started when I was about six or seven, a Sunday i believe. I woke up in a field of flowers...a meadow, but I woke up not knowing who i was, i barely knew my own name. But days past by and I found my head to be less groggy, and i remembered that meadow, it wouldn't leave my head. Meadow. It was the new name I gave myself, and i kept it close to me."


“I wandered around for a few days after that, and about a week after I woke i found this abandoned warehouse, inside i heard someone yelling and multiple gunshots.

I knew i should have stayed put, maybe ran and got help, but instead i ran to where i heard the sound and i saw a girl, maybe younger or maybe older than me, crying quietly over something on the ground. I crouched behind a barrel of some sort of pouter, and it stuck to my hands. I ignored it and took a closer look. To my shock she was crying over a woman, probably her mother. After a minute or so of continuous sobbing she yelled. And i mean yelled. Like a shriek.

Her skin turned and icy color, almost like steel, and her eyes glowed with rage.

All of the men stopped laughing and started moving towards, guns raised, and bullets firing. Then that’s when i knew i had to do something. I rushed towards the girl as fast as i could and then i went and took her hand and ran as fast as i could with her at my feet. We ran for about ten seconds, and then she stopped.

I jumped back in surprise when she took out a small pistol from her front jacket pocket and she turned and shot, hitting the barrel i was hiding behind before. "Gun powder," I mumbled, and at the last second, i held my hands up as powder lit, as if to ward off the blast.
I got a look at the girl next to me and took a small gasp. Her skin wasn't steely looking anymore, and there was no damage what-so-ever on her. No bullet holes, no burn marks...no, anything. I looked at myself. No damage done. My hands fell limply back to my sides, and then the heat enveloped us altogether.
It was like being thrown into an oven.
The girl grabbed my hand and kept running, but you could tell there was something wrong. She kept on stumbling, as if there was still danger behind us.


“Their still alive,” She gasped, "We have to keep running..." But instead of running, she fell face first and didn't move. Her chest barely rose, and her skin turned back into hard metal.

Somebody shot at our feet and i wrapped my arms around the girl. Holding her tight, i kept on running.


And then a tugging feeling like none other came to me, and i felt like i was falling through air, awaiting to hit the ground.

But the ground didn't come.

Those few last seconds that I remembered of when we were falling I said out loud with much difficulty to the girl, "It'll be alright...It'll be..." and then everything went black.


I woke up later on a pale beach, where the clear blue water licked at my face and the seagulls pecked at shells. This time i remembered everything that happened at the warehouse. But again, nothing from my own life. My name's Meadow, I though happily, my name's Meadow...

The girl next to me was awake, but she lay curled up in a ball. When i leaned on my soar shoulder, she shot up and hugged me. Hard. "Thank you." She sobbed. "I'm Bianca. C-call me Blackthorn, though."


"Meadow." I replied, wrapping an arm around her to return the hug.


That’s when i knew our fates were going to be intertwined, and i was right.


"You're a different one, aren't you?" I added jokingly, motioning towards her silver texture.

"You are too," She told me, with an expression that could only be described as serious.

((Sorry 'bout mistakes in spelling and stuff, since we didn't take much time to rearrange the words right at some points.))

Seraphina's story:

"I was the strange child, I came from a completly African aboriginal family and some how I have red hair, pale white skin and red eyes. I stuck out like a swore thumb but that wasn't the whole reason behind why I was strange, I could control fire and light. People would come from near and far to watch my fire shows, and if they were stuck in a time of darkness either litteral or metaphorical they'd come to me for light. Well, one day I was practicing my fire skills and they came and brought me here. They offered to have me be part of mocking birds or wake up in my village not being able to remember anything about this day. I choose to join."

:O artists *twinkle twinkle* awsome!

I guess Im just going to make this up now.

"Memories, not good for me. I hate them. Scared of them actually. But for you guys, I'll try to go into my past.....

"It was about 8 years ago. It was raining. The wind howled and I was really scared.

'Mommy,' I said. 'I'm scared.'
'It's okay sweetie. It's okay.'
I curled into her chest, and I couldnt make myself believe her. 'Where's Daddy?'
'He's coming,' she assured me.

"And he came, but it wasnt pleasant when he did. When he arrived he was bathed in something red, whether it was blood I never found out, but I can guess it was.

'Daddy,' I said. 'Whats -?'
'They're here,' he told my mom, ignoring me. 'Take her somewhere safe.'
'Daddy!' I protested. 'I can help! I can -'
'Monqiue,' he said, his voice deep and for the first time scary. 'I work alone.'
'No!' I shouted.

"That was the first time I became invisible. the air shimmered around me and suddenly I vanished. I had no idea what had just happened, I just knew that now my mther and father couldn't see me. This meant he wasnt going to stop me from following. I threw my arms around him, ignoring the thick red liquid. There was no way I was going to be seperated from him.

'Monique,' he growled. 'Let go!'

"I don't know what he did, but he must have had powers. He spoke the last word and there was a ring in his voice I didn't recognize. I had a second to register that before I was thrown through the air. I landed hard on thr ground and the air shimmered around me once more. Now, I was visible.

'I'm sorry Monique,' he said as he walked towards me. During all this my mom had dissapeared, she had been takenby the guys my father had warned her about. 'This is for your own good.'

"His eyes were full of anguish and looked as if doing what he did pained him, but it didn't stop him from doing it. He found a metal box, just big enough for me to fit in, and threw me into it. Literally, threw me. I hit the hard metal floor with a loud THUD.

'Daddy,' I cried. 'Don't leave me here!' I guess he didn't know it, but even then i was a little claustrophobic, and that act just made it worse.

'Daddy will be back,' he assured me. Then he put the lid on top and left.

"I pushed against the lid but it wouldn't budge. So I decided to wait, after all he said that he'd come back. But he didn't. I was in that box for three days. Three days I had no food. All I had was the water that had somehow gotten in when my father threw me in there. I got angry. I couldn't believe that my father would just leave me there. I closed my eyes and I suddenly smelled cinnamon. When I opened my eyes the metal box was in puddles around me; it had melted. Two passerbyers saw that.

'She's like us,' they whispered.
'We have to take her in,' one said
'Raise her,' the other agreed.

"They took me and raised me as their own child. Then they sent me here, because they knew I was different. Thats my story."

^-^ That's a GREAT story!!

wow O_O

Thank you! :D
I made it up as I typed it :P

I did the same! I like yours!

Thanx!

Your welcome!

It's all really good! Meadow had wrote ours then i edited most of it.

lol
So she's the author and you're the editor?

((Not exactly...like, she wrote the story-line, but i re-wrote it with detail and stuff.
Wait, so, yes i guess...))

((lol. kool))

((co-authors))

((i g2g :( bye-bye))

((:( Bye!!!))

((and i remain! my mom changed her mind. yAy :D))

((>.< YES!!))

((oh nice. lol. i luv using tht face))

((I know, it's so fun. lol))

((very. especially on gmail chatting because then a little blue animated face pops up nd he looks like tht. lol))

((omg you have gmail!))

((I have a gmail too, but the chat always malfunctioned with my computer :P So i got a hotmail instead.))

((yes i do! i have a gmail and a yahoo. and the gmail chat sometimes messes with my computer, but not usually.))

((Oh right, i have a yahoo too.))

((ya-hoooooo lol))

((lol.))

((now i g2g. bye-bye))

((*sigh* bye :( ))

((msn forever!))

((I <3 MSN!))

((yeah!!))

((Cool!!!! You should totally add me on msn!! I'll email you my msn email))

((*whisles past* i have msn too...))

((meadow can tell you what my msn ^is I'm too lazy))

((lol nice))

((sure thing))

((I know, eh?))

((yup))

((how'd we get THIS off topic? Juliet's on!))

((...))

((no idea))

Raised in Vietnam.

When I was young I was hated by the world, a child of no marrige only evil. Kids would not be my friend, my mother would not talk to me only work me hard until I could not do more. What she wanted of my father she did to me. He had raped her and I was the child that came out of her most horrible memories. I was a monster in my on right though, killing birds and ants to pass the time, when she starved me, I fed myself. The strings of my life were held by the petals of the Lotus flower, thin and delicate. But not destroyed beacouse of my youthful and tender age.

At eight, I was sold to slavery, eventualy forced to marry at ten. I ran away and fell into the arms of an expert. In exchange for food and fresh water he taugh me all he knew about guerrilla fighting. I learn't my poison teckneaks by my own experements. . . I shall go farther into that. It gets quite gorry.

I am the child of a monster in hope to get my revenge on those who are him.

-Cheshire

O_O awsome...

((What are you doing still up?))

((i should be asking you the same question, didnt i tell you before about my condition :P))