Post by aurora deveaux on Nov 23, 2011 22:12:49 GMT -5
AURORA DEVEAUX
RORY - CALL HER AURORA AND SHE WILL HAPPILY CORRECT YOU |
CANNON | MAUREEN JOHNSON'S, THE NAME OF THE STAR
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Hi, I'm Rory, Rory Deveaux, and if you even think about me calling me Aurora, well let's not discuss that. See, it was my grandmothers name, and oodly enough, she's the only person who calls me Aurora. But anyways, I'm eighteen, and for my senior year I attend this boarding school, Wexford. It's in London, but I'll get to all of that later. I was born in a small town called Benouville (prenounced Ben-ah-VEEL) Louisiana. All of my family have lived there their whole life, and haven't thought to move, and none of them have graduated from college. I don't get how they can do it, though, if you're there you tend to get slightly como se dice, crazy, like my cousin, Diane. She thinks she can talk to angels. When I'm staying over at her place, I play along. I always put my hands up in a prayer-like position, and pretend I'm listening, when in reality, I'm not. I feel like I'm rambling, but that was a great anecdote to illustrate my point, that my family is crazy. However, I'm going to change the subject.
So this boarding school... Wexford, as I said a few moments ago, it's in London, ENGLAND. No Deveaux has ever graduated college, except my parents, then after college they went to law school. Mooving onn, four years ago, right before I started high school, they applied to do a years sabbatical teaching American law at the University of Bristol. They agreed to let me go to school wherever I liked. I chose a fancy schmancy London boarding school, called Wexford. What the hell, right? And it gets SO SO much better, just wait!
You know ghosts? According to the internet they are souls, spooks, poltergeists, revents, along with ghost animals, and ships, and whatever the hell else, well I can see them, yeah I know it sounds insane, for a while I thought I was insane too, but after a sudden death experience (choking on a piece of sausage) I got "the sight" And some creepy Jack the Ripper copy cat wanted to kill me! Absolutely brilliant, huh? Yeah, totally. Then my new roomate, Boo (who my old one, Jazza hated) had it too, turns out she was apart of the "ghost police" During art history, on a Saturday, we were at a gallery, an art gallery, and I had picked Jerome to be my partner. Before you ask, I dont know if we had anything going on, despite making out several, times. Heh. But, Boo skipped class, so I decided to go out on a limb, and follow her. It was then that I met the secret "ghost police" of London, consisting of Stephen, Callum, and my roomate Boo, who was TWENTY FREAKING YEARS OLD. (now I understood why she didn't do any of her assignments)
As I was saying, I maet the secret ghost police of London, when I followed my roomate to a local park. I saw a woman picking up trash, in a 1940's uniform, of sorts. What was going on? I shouted "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" at the top of my lungs, and immediatly Boo convinced Stephen to take me to their appartment, where I learnt what sort of gift I had after a sudden death experience, but your probably wondering what happened after that. Remember how I said a Jack The Ripper copy cat wanted to kill me? I probably shouldn't explain every detail, but there was this dance, a sort of Halloween dance, it was their fifth of november thing where we blew stuff up, the gunpowder plot I believe, had to do with that Guy Fawkes guy, again, I'm AMERICAN. But that's besides the point: a man called me outside, the Jack The Ripper copy cat, the ghost, who only I could see. He asked me a question, something to do with "the super secret ghost police" Then Boo rushed over, and he grabbed her rists and pushed her into a car. Not a pleasant guy. And then things really heated up, my life was turning into a horror movie, literally.
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED RICE AND SITS AT FOURTEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO SIAN ABBOTT, DON'T YOU THINK?
