IDENTIFICATION

Selective & independent original character account.

Written by Ashley. Female. EST.

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IDENTIFICATION

CREDITS

Some icons are from hollow-art & insane journal. Others are made by me.

All are edited by me.

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STATUS

Currently SELECTIVELY accepting new plots

Ask Box: Open

CURRENTLY ON SCHOOL SEMI-HIATUS.

ACTIVITY WILL BE LACKING DUE TO SCHOOL & EXAMS.

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Reading: Divergent

Watching: Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Season 1

CURRENTLY

&& young stranger ;;

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damnedtragedy

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The flame intrigued Kyle, its irregularities and uneven shape enveloping his gaze. He liked the warmth of it, the ephemeral smoke rings it emanated, and the—

Yep, he just put the match against the palm of his hand. An agonized grunt left him as he tossed the match away, his hand brought up to his mouth where he kept it and sobbed for a moment. He stomped his foot in a small tantrum, smashing the match underneath his boot as he rocked himself in place in what seemed to be an upright fetal position.

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Ah—New Orleans. It was her fresh start in her new life. Kateirna felt like there was a whole
otherworldly vibe to the home of such a wonderful culture. 

Speaking of otherworldly vibes, the blonde had felt like she was being pulled to
somewhere she was clueless about. Truly, she had passed by the same building nine
times throughout the day. Had the complex been following her & moving as she moved?
Unlikely, of course, but that’s what it felt like. Each time she passed by, the stronger the
pull to go inside would be. & her tenth time around the building was the time she had 
given into her sixth sense. Now she felt as if she was going to regret every moment of it.

Her sensitive nose could smell the sweet scent of a lit match from miles away. She walked
down the lonely corridor and followed the fading fragrance until she reached a room that 
seemed to be plain: white walls, wood floors, a green sofa, and a small wooden chair with
a plain area rug in the middle of the room. She was caught completely off guard when she 
saw a random blond boy who looked awfully distraught & afraid.

Slowly, the woman’s maternal instincts were brought out. A warm grin grew on her pale 
skin, hiding the genuine fear she had. Who knew what was wrong with this boy? He could
have been a psycho & she wouldn’t know. She inched her way over to him with soft 
gestures of peace coming from her hands.

“Hello,” she said with smooth tones in her voice. “A—are you alright? I’m not going to hurt
  you.”

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