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 Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 7:19 pm
This is between to step-sisters. They have grown up together and are the same age. PM if you want to be the other step sister.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 12:32 pm
Name: Kayla Frost
Age:16
Sex:female
Bio: Kayla grew up without knowing her mother. Her father remarried when she was four and she was close with her step sister. She never thought of her as a sister though. Now that Kayla is in high school she is thinking about how much of a lie she is living. She died her hair black and began wearing different clothes mostly back and tight ones. She stopped hanging around her step sister and began hanging around a new friends. Kayla is trying to show how she is diferent from her step sister even though they've been sharing a room for twelve years.
Other:Has a tattoo of a bleeding black rose on her lower back that no one knows about.
App.:
UserName: Slave_Bri
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 6:59 pm
Name: Midori (mido) Frost
Age: 18
Sex: female
Bio: When she was young her parents divorced in a years worth of turmoil and arguing, ignoring Midori when she was younger and even more so when her father remarried and brought her a step sister. Midori grew up fairly friendly with her, they had pretty different style since Midori swayed into rock and punk metal, affecting her style pretty good. By the time she was a few years into high school though she and her sister were like ice and fire. They didn't talk much anymore except at the house, they had different friends and didn't get along as well as they used to. Although she never thought of Kayla as her sister, shed always thought of her as someone she held dear - even if it was a secret.
Other: Midori has a Celtic cross tattoo down her back, a belly-button piercing and a tongue ring.
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UserName: Sinkinglower
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 7:50 pm
  The street with all the houses the same except for color and cars. Inside the big red one on the top floor left window laid two lumps in sheets. On the left side of the room which walls were painted in black and white checkers. The lump in the bed had soft pale skin. The sheets were black and dark red plaid. The pillow case was white clearly not a part of the other sheets. Black hair was spilled over said pillow, as if it was as if someone spilled paint onto it. The face showed it was a girl and the walls above the bed were covered in posters and paintings. Most of the posters were of Tim Burton movies, or looked as if they were hand drawn, the one that was set directly above her head was of two woman kissing if you looked and their mouths you could see a trail of blood. It was one of the girl’s favorites. Whenever a relationship she was in ended she always looked at that poster and knew everything would be okay, she wasn’t how she knew but she did.
The alarm clock next to the bed was digital. The red numbers glared a harsh light in the darkened room with the blinds and drapes closed. The numbered changed from 6:29 to 6:30 and a loud annoying beeping started. The girl turned pulling the sheets over head before giving up on sleep knowing that it wouldn’t come. She tossed the sheets back and reviled her sleeping outfit. A tight black corset that was meant for sleepwear, her bottoms were a pair of black spandex boxer types only made for girls. She yawned and made her way to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. She stripped down her slightly bigger then average breasts seem relived by the release from the tight top yet sensitive to the cold air. Giving a sigh she placed the black and red ipod into the dock and hit play. From First to Last blasted throughout the bathroom and drowned out the sound of the shower running. After a half hour, the girl always used most of the hot water, she liked it so hot that every time it hit her skin, said skin would turn red on contact. She hoped out loosely wrapping a towel over her and stepped out, she walked straight to her dresser which was white (not her choice) and worked on her hair. She plugged the straightener in and waited for it to heat up by working on her make up which consisted mostly of eye shadow and eye liner. With her hair done and make up she began going through the draws for clothing.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 10:41 am
Mornings sucked equally for Kayla as they did for her sister Midori, who slept on the opposite side of the room in a bed with black satin sheets and a matching pillow case. The only odd part of her bed set up was the mix of miniature shawl blankets with patterns of fish bones, or flames, or psalm trees which she had gone to bed covered with instead of the blanket. She heated up too much during the night no matter how cold she set the AC in their bedroom, and although Mido went to sleep dressed in a Genie's Gargoyles band tee and a pair of boys Grey and red plaid PJ pants, she ended up kicking her makeshift blankets off, and pulling her shirt off at some point at the night exposing a pair of medium sized breasts perkily contained in a black bra decorated with red yarn stitch patterns on the rims. Her blond hair, undyed was long and slightly wavy about four inches down from the root, framing her soft face and shoulders.
She awoke the second the alarm went off, though turned onto her chest and knees, raising her firm a** into the air with an arched back, snuffing her face into the pillow to keep the noises from giving her a headache.
Mido usually let her sister shut it off, since she went about her routine first.
And Mido was just lazy.
After Kayla got up and took over the bathroom, she got up, not caring to get her shirt back on since she knew her sister took forever in the bathroom. It was usually enough time for her to have the room to herself to strip, and change and do her hair before her sister since she showered in the afternoons. Kayla always used up all the hot water in the morning. Right now she put on a black band tank top, with a red plaid skirt and a pair of black thigh length stockings which had buckles on the edge of it to keep it firm on healthily peach colored skin. She wasn't too pale, but fair was a better word for her. She slipped on a pair of heeled ankle boots, an assortment of belts around her hips, her jewelry which consisted of some necklaces, a studded wrist band, a fingerless glove, spiked choker and beads. She sat in front of the mirror on the dresser and brushed her long hair out, putting in her black and red extensions before braiding it and tying it around the back of her head with the ends sticking out; only held in place by a skull and crossbones hair clip.
Midori always dressed to kill, rocker with some punk and goth mixed in, but always sexy - and she didn't care who knew it, despite the fact that it was widely known that Midori didn't date. She wasn't a prude, she just didn't like anybody at the school and made it clear that she had no interest in them. She had kissed before, boys, and once almost a girl last year when she actually had a crush on a classmate. But that girl wasn't all shed hoped she would be, and moved away before the start of the summer. A nice chest, a long lean neck, pretty lips for a small mouth, a little waist and wide hips with a sculpted a** and long legs - she could've been a model.
Not that Kayla was less good looking; she often thought her sister was pretty... She had a rather large set of breasts, which embarrassingly she sometimes caught herself looking at.
Was it wrong to compare yourself to another girl?
...No.
And it wasn't like they were real sisters, so it was okay if she stole some glances.. No one would know. And that's all it would ever be.
She put on some eyeliner and mascara, clear lip balm to soften her lips, and with that she was basically ready. By the time Kayla came out of the shower she rolled her eyes passing her sister, who was about an inch or two short then Midori. A few minutes passed as she brushed her teeth in the bathroom and washed her hands. "Kayla, hurry and get dressed already, you're going to make us late again!" She whined to her sister with a playfully irritated tone. The blond teen walked out of the bathroom, grabbing her death-cat backpack covered in safety pins, buttons and stitching where she had slashed the doll and played doctor on it. It used to be a cute kids backpack. Now it was a crime scene; of which Mido slung over her shoulders, grabbing her cell phone and MP3 player, readying herself as she watched Kayla shuffle for clothes. "You take too long in the shower you know."
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 9:17 pm
Kayla ignored her sister’s words as she grabbed a black thong and plain black knee socks. Keeping the towel on she slipped the tong on then grabbed a pair of black skinnies with patches torn or worn out. With her lower back covered she shed the towel tossing it in the towel hamper. She began a search for the rest of her outfit by walking back from her closet where she went to get her jeans, she pulled out the middle draw where most of her corsets and tank tops were and found a old English’s, 1800s style corset that was black, laced in the front and the marital that was behind the lace was silk the color of fresh blood. She was thinking about weather or not to wear a bra. Finally deciding on answered her sister’s comment about her showers she spoke. “Well sorry Mido if the fact that I make sure my body is clean before I get out of a shower bothers you, does just wearing this top make me look slutty?” She asked turning to face her sister shaking her chest slightly. “I don’t want to go to school looking like a slut.” She joked looking for her own book bag that was a normal black bag with red and blue objects colored on it and a patch or two of an X or other shapes. She didn’t bother to wait for her sister’s response and grabbed a long black leather duster from a hook on her wall. Glancing in the mirror she relied she forgot her socks and feet. She sat down on her bed and put on her socks and her black converse with a heartagram (I think that’s the name and spelling) on the side. Picking up her bag she passed Mido to the doorway and headed on the hall and stairs calling out. “I’m driving!” She grabbed the keys from the kitchen counter grabbing a twenty from the table. She wasn’t sure if it was for lunch or if her dad or step dad left it by mistake either way she had it now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 12:11 pm
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