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Marcie B - Extended ProfileExtended Profile PageRise of Heroes Extended Profile PageEVERYTHING MUST BE EXPLAINED IN DETAILBasicsName: Marciana Phoebe BouchardName Meaning:- Marciana From the god Mars- Phoebe Bright; moon- Bouchard big mouthNicknames (if any):- Marcie (preferred name)- Marce (she hates being called this, and the only exception is Trent)- Marshy (by her half-sister Amelia)- Choupinet (by her mom)Ethnicity (broken-down): Her mother is a full-blooded French-Canadian, while her father is a Greek godBirthplace: Montréal, QCHometown: Toronto, ONPlaces Lived (unless they haven't moved): Lived in Montréal until she was 9, then moved to Toronto, lives at CHB during the summer since she was 13Age: 17 (16 by the end of The Last Olympian, same age as Percy)Gender: FemaleHeight: 6'0Weight: 145 lbsBlood Type: B negativeBirthday: February 9Greek Zodiac: AquariusChinese Zodiac: HorseEye Color: BrownHair Color: Dark brown- She keeps her hair long, wi
15: Insomniathey say sleep is for the weak.i suppose that makes me the strongest.staying up all night is not healthy, some say.blood does not course through my veins, it is coffee.i said i would sleep tonight.that was a lie.
OdysseyHer eyes are heavy when she opens them, itching to droop over the grey irises, shielding them from the sunlight. The light is way too bright she thinks, too painful to look at, so she raises a hand to block it. She looks down, seeing strange markings on her hands, and the black clothing she is wearing is not helpful in the heat of the desert. They're swirls and letters she notices, all different colours, but they're scars. She lifts her other hand to support her as she stands, stands to face this gate.It's not very majestic, she thinks. Simple black frame, with iron bars and handles. It's only as high as her elbow, and she can see what's on the other side. More sand. Her free hand sneaks into her pocket, maybe out of habit, maybe because she knows there's something important in there. Fingers clasp around a rumpled piece of paper, soft and worn from handling.It's a calender, she realizes, studying the dates. There are two words scrawled on the page, in a handwriting she do
Wedding JittersIt's finally here, the day I've been waiting for for nearly seven years. It's been a long wait, and a long time coming. When I asked her parents for permission to ask her hand, her step-dad leaped out of his chair to hug me and say 'Finally'! I was welcomed into the family way before that, but then it was like I had a special bond with her parents, because they knew I was going to ask her.She didn't know anything though, I kept it a secret. When I told my mom the plan for how I wanted to propose, she cried on my shoulder for a long time, telling me how much I've grown up, and to not wait too long before giving her some grandchildren.I'm standing outside, under a beautiful willow tree, everything the exact way she wanted the ceremony to be. My best friends are coming down the aisle now, along with hers. Now our siblings, the junior bridesmaid and usher. I'm pretty sure I'm sweating buckets right now, and the early September heat isn't helping much in this suit. I have to close my eyes
Don't You Remember - Marcie Contest EntryThe sun shone through my curtains as I rolled myself out of bed, slamming a fist on the alarm clock. Groggily I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up. Warm sunlight lit up my room, showcasing the dusty shelves and untidy clothes tossed on the floor."Dieux, c'est aujourd'hui." I murmured, smoothing my hair back from my face, standing to cross the floor. I moved carefully towards the door, reaching for my robe as I passed the chaos I called a closet. Tiptoeing down the hall so as not to wake my sister, I snuck into our shared bathroom."Aila, tu fais quois là-bas?" I whispered to my cat as I lifted her fat body out of the sink. She meowed at me and took a seat upon the lid of the toilet. Sighing, I turned the shower on to heat the water, and ran a brush through my hair. Humming quietly, I stepped into the warm shower moments later.~Soon I was back in my room blow-drying my hair to the soothing sounds of the Freelance Whales. Aila had taken up residence
Second Generation Drabbles 24: Conner and TravisTravis parked the van beside the Delphi Strawberries truck, and unlocked the doors. His wife, Gloria, stepped out of the car to stand next to their three sons."Ok boys, here's the deal. Camp is fun, but there are some rules that have to be obeyed. Wally, that means no explosives, and Mal, you can't graffiti anything. Bart, try to not to kill people with your mother's good looks. Deal?" he asked his sons, while Gloria smiled beside him."Yeah, yeah baldy. We got it." Wally brushed his parents off, yanking on Malcolm's arm towards the forges, where there was almost certainly something explosive."I still have hair." Travis said defensively, as Gloria ran her fingers over the top of his head."Not much." a voice said from behind them. Travis turned around to face his younger brother and his wife, and their kids."You've got hair!" Travis accused Conner, who grinned. Ivy laughed out loud, taking her son by the hand."You two sort that out. Girls, let's go eat."