Post by BONNIE P. DAWSON on Jun 19, 2010 15:35:11 GMT -5
`BONNIE PAIGE DAWSON!
`YOU KNOW IM NOT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU!
NICKNAMES bon, bonbon
AGE sixteen
GENDER female
ETHNICITY causican
RELIGON agnostic
SEXUALITY straight
STATUS single
OCCUPATION OR GRADE sophmore
PLAYED BY taylor momsen
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`YOU STOLE MY HEART THEN YOU KICKED IT ASIDE!
[/li][li] long journeys.
[/li][li] music.
[/li][li] the smell of paint.
[/li][li] eeyore.
[/li][li] brightly coloured pens.
[/li][li] her laptop.
[/li][li] mobile phone.
[/li][li] milkshakes.
[/li][li] supernatural.
[/li][li] reading.
[/li][li] parties.
[/li][li] chocolate.
BONNIE DISLIKES [/li][li] getting up early.
[/li][li] clowns.
[/li][li] friday the 13th.
[/li][li] bats.
[/li][li] spinach.
[/li][li] the cold.
[/li][li] meat.
[/li][li] her cousin.
[/li][li] flying.
[/li][li] needles.
[/li][li] being ill.
FEARS [/li][li] not making something of her life.
[/li][li] being used.
SECRETS [/li][li] she's jesse st. james' cousin, but she doesn't tell anyone because in the past people have used her to get to him.
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b][/li][li] CARING:
[/li][li] PERCEPTIVE:
[/li][li] HOPELESS ROMANTIC:
[/li][li] PROTECTIVE:
[/li][li] HELPFUL:
[/li][li] UNORGANIZED:
[/li][li] DITZY:
[/li][li] VEGETARIAN:
[/li][li] OPTIMISTIC:
[/li][li] RESERVED:
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`WHEN HES INSIDE YOU KNOW THERES NO ROOM FOR ME!
[/font]18 weeks. 126 days. Not that Silver had been counting. It had been four and a half months since she'd seen Dean. Somehow time wasn't making it any easier for her. The last 18 weeks had been the hardest of her life. Her days had become something of a routine. She couldn't remember speaking to anyone in the past four months. She couldn't remember much of what had happened in the last 4 months. Had she even been here? Her bills were still getting paid, so she guessed that she had. No one came over anymore.
She sat on her bed, staring at the door of her room. She placed her hand up to her neck where the only thing in the world she treasured right now was secured around her neck. It was almost all she had. All she had, except for...
Her hand went under her pillow to retrieve a tattered photograph of Dean and herself. It was a couple of years old, but she remember it as if it was yesterday. The memories were still hard to think of, and she felt the moisture leave her eye and roll down her cheek. She shouldn't be like this. It had been 4 months.
Silver heard her front door open, which alarmed her instantly. Yes, she left it unlocked, but no-one knew that. No-one except.. No. She scolded herself. False hope was not needed right now. She got up off of her bed and made her way to the front door. But what she heard next almost gave her a premature death.
"Silver..." An all too familiar voice called out. It stopped her dead in her tracks. Her breathing sped up noticeably and it felt as though her heart was going to break out of her body. This isn't happening. It's a trick" She told herself. She went to her wardrobe and pulled out her gun, and some silver bullets. Dean had taught her well. Another tear crept down her cheek, but she wiped it away roughly before shaking her head, trying to clear it. She crept slowly out of her room and towards the stairs which would take her directly to the front door.
She didn't need to go down the stairs to see him. Her heart almost missed a beat before she could remind herself that this was not Dean. This was a shape shifter. She aimed the already loaded with silver bullets gun directly at him. "You move and I shoot." She warned, when she was sure that her voice wouldn't break in the middle of speaking.
She sat on her bed, staring at the door of her room. She placed her hand up to her neck where the only thing in the world she treasured right now was secured around her neck. It was almost all she had. All she had, except for...
Her hand went under her pillow to retrieve a tattered photograph of Dean and herself. It was a couple of years old, but she remember it as if it was yesterday. The memories were still hard to think of, and she felt the moisture leave her eye and roll down her cheek. She shouldn't be like this. It had been 4 months.
Silver heard her front door open, which alarmed her instantly. Yes, she left it unlocked, but no-one knew that. No-one except.. No. She scolded herself. False hope was not needed right now. She got up off of her bed and made her way to the front door. But what she heard next almost gave her a premature death.
"Silver..." An all too familiar voice called out. It stopped her dead in her tracks. Her breathing sped up noticeably and it felt as though her heart was going to break out of her body. This isn't happening. It's a trick" She told herself. She went to her wardrobe and pulled out her gun, and some silver bullets. Dean had taught her well. Another tear crept down her cheek, but she wiped it away roughly before shaking her head, trying to clear it. She crept slowly out of her room and towards the stairs which would take her directly to the front door.
She didn't need to go down the stairs to see him. Her heart almost missed a beat before she could remind herself that this was not Dean. This was a shape shifter. She aimed the already loaded with silver bullets gun directly at him. "You move and I shoot." She warned, when she was sure that her voice wouldn't break in the middle of speaking.
`YOU LIFT ME UP AND THEN YOU THROW ME BACK DOWN!
NICKNAMES dem, demmeh, wife.
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? demimortimer @ twitter or pm me
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? duh. it was kay's misunderstanding of my idea that created you.
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