Annabella De Luca
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Post by Annabella De Luca on Nov 15, 2006 17:13:37 GMT -5
Anna was sitting in a magic classroom working on a poison potion for fun, as usual when shes bored. She was wearing a pair of straight leg blank pant-capris, knee hi converse [black splattered with neon colors], a black shirt with the saying 'i spend too much time thinking about things that will never happen and dressing up for the boy that will never care' and her hair in a clip. She had her makeup done to fit her: black eye liner thick surrounding her eyes making it look just short of a raccoon look. She sat in a chair mixing the potion and set it in the boiler, while she waited, she tried a new magic which allowed her to float as she walked. She chanted the spell slowly and closed her eyes and within seconds she was floating. "Ha ha, fuck yes." she floated up to the ceiling and sat down on the invisible magic sheild under her feet. "Now, this is the shizzle." She pulled out her paints and started to paint the ceiling with designs. She heard footsteps outside the door, figuring it was Alana she didn't move. She had talked to her before she left their dorm and told her to meet her here and to get ready for magic.
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Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Nov 15, 2006 17:25:12 GMT -5
Alana stood before the door leading to the magic room "I wonder what she meant by "get ready for some magic" Alana thought to herself. She had her hair put the side curled nicely with waves flowing gently in her hair as if it were the sea brushing against the sand of the beach. Alana had on dark mascara, and a faded purple eyeshadow, and she had vanilla&&peaches lip gloss. Alana had on a white camisole, with a gray sweater over it, going a bit past her elbows. Her pants were bermuda shorts, that was a shade of heather. Alana had around her neck a lace chocker, from her father that had a Rose attached to it. Alana took a deep breath and pulled the door open. At first she saw nothing, but once she looked up at the ceiling she nearly fainted. "ANNA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!" Alana put her hand to her chest [>:]Sexy]"Anna I'm about to have a heart attack! I know I'm new around here but even in England people don't go flying, is Vogue lacking Gravity?! ANNA GIVE ME AN ANSWER!" Alana yelled out, not noticing that someone could hear them, and be in trouble until they graduate, instead she studied what Anna was doing, maybe even why, but got nowhere seeing as the paints were dripping. Even a speck of pink paint landed on her nose. Alana scowled and grumbled "Stinking paint, landing on my lucky freckle.
[But that question will have to be delayed since someone has to eat!]
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Annabella De Luca
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Post by Annabella De Luca on Nov 15, 2006 19:05:51 GMT -5
Anna looked down and laughed. She cast a spell on the paint to keep it from dripping and made the paint on her LUCKY FRECKLE disappear. "Haha, sorry, and I'm floating. In Vogue we do magic, dear, todays your first time with spells and such I see." She finished what she was working on which was a sun and a bird flying around it and brought herself down towards Alana and smiled
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Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Nov 15, 2006 19:10:21 GMT -5
Alana looked up at the ceiling "What? Magic..suree and I'm one of the Beatles. I thought only mages could do magic." Alana said, thinking of her relatives, maybe they encouraged her to believe that Magic is a bunch of poppy cock. "So your telling me your a mage, and so is everyone else in this school, wow I'm an outcast"
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Annabella De Luca
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Post by Annabella De Luca on Nov 15, 2006 19:12:29 GMT -5
Anna laughed. "Yeah I'm a mage, but, somethings CAN be done by regulars. I'm kinda using you as a experiment." She laughed a tad. "Wanna see something cool?" she didn't want for a response she just acted. She said a spell and with a snap of her finger she looked like a drop dead gorgeous model from a runway.
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Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Nov 15, 2006 19:16:42 GMT -5
Alana widened her eyes, in a flashback. [lol] Howie Gate Magician Extrodinare was shown in lights on February 14th 1992 Alana's 5th birthday he performed an act no one could believe or figure out, as if he were a true shiftshaper. He turned into animals, people. Alana thought it was magic but everyone encouraged her to believe otherwise. Alana came back and asked "..How did you do that?"
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Annabella De Luca
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Were fated toxic lovers, Pain and passion intertwined.
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Post by Annabella De Luca on Nov 15, 2006 19:19:01 GMT -5
Anna smiled, seeing the flashback with a spell she had cast earlier, but didn't say anything, yet. "Well, I'm a mage. And. Its a spell I can cast." She reversed the spell to put her back to her normalself.
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Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Nov 15, 2006 19:21:05 GMT -5
"Your kidding. That can't be." Alana said, she turned slighly pink thinking that she was losing it. Her smile turned into a frown "This can't be true..you don't understand my uncle could do tha-" Alana stopped to try not to give anything away
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Annabella De Luca
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Post by Annabella De Luca on Nov 15, 2006 19:23:42 GMT -5
Anna caught it anyway, knowing she didn't want her to. "Whos your uncle? Maybe I know him through another mage?"
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Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Nov 15, 2006 19:25:40 GMT -5
Alana was sensitive around her family but seeing as Anna was like her best friend she told her "Well have you ever heard the name Howard Lawrence Gate?" Alana asked rubbed her nose, making sure no paint was there.
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