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Brooke L.
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The night of February 27th 1947, was darker than usual, and cold. My human skin couldn't handle it, so I had a coat, gloves, and a hat on. With the snow swirling around me, I must have looked like a frozen princess already. I sighed as I remembered the gleaming lights of the Eiffel Tower, high above me, which I was leaving behind. Sad tears welled in my eyes as I turned to see it for the last time. In the morning, I would be leaving on a ship to America.
My footsteps echoed off the icy sidewalk, gripping the snowflakes to it. Cracks were setting, threatening to break the layer, before I could get off it. I quickened my pace.
All was silent for a moment. The unprotected part of my body, my neck, was burning from the cold. How had I forgotten my scarf ?
I only realised now I was completely alone, and my curfew far behind me.
- Christian
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- HACKED!
- Well, okay not hacked exactly.... Given password for kicks would be more accurate... But, ya know, whatevs
Brooke and I.... Well, lets just say we're close *wink wink* Never know what might happen 
Na, JJ
ily! .xx Sarah <JasperH33> - Dont Steal My Pictures, Please.
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- I think I might go ..
- Half-Inactive. Like, half way through a circle. There's semi inactive, for those people who are going inactive but don't want it to sounds so harsh, so they go hi, i'm joe bloggs, im going semi inactive. BUT they're going full inactive, gasp!! then, there are those that just say they're going inactive and never come back.
sniff. but i'm going HALF inactive, because i never get to roleplay anymore.. and no one really roleplays with me anymore, so... but anywho!! i will be on !! xxx
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Jacob Black
You close your eyes and let your best friend choose one of the things out of the bowl, and when she places it in your hand, your eyes reopen. It's a tiny, beautiful carving of a wolf. Before looking around the room for the probably-cute sculptor, you slip the figurine into your pocket. It's too pretty to lose. "A .. wolf ?" You say nervously, since the guy hadn't stepped forward.�A hot guy, with russet skin and short black hair, thats been leaning against the wall for the whole time, waves at you, then points to the bedroom. You nod, and giggle with your bestie before practically running over to the door. You beat the guy to it, so you sit on the end of the bed, and quickly look at yourself in the mirror. You look perfect, so when he enters the room, you're confident. He holds out his hand, which you shake, noticing he's very warm, and he sits down next to you. "I'm Jacob." He smiles at you with perfect white teeth, and you answer quickly, "I'm ____". He nods; obviously a bit shy. You like that, thinking it's kind of sweet. He absent mindedly puts his hand on your knee, and you hook your arm through his. "You know, you're really pretty." He says quietly, then lets out a big breath. "Whoa, you don't know how long I've wanted to tell you that." He says with a small chuckle, then before you know it, his mouth is on yours and they're moving together. You overeact; reaching for the�hem of his top and pulling it over his head. You sit there, admiring his�ab's for a moment, but not for long; his lips meet yours again.�He smells good, and even tastes very warm, not what you expected, but even better than. You move your hands from on his neck to the top button of your blouse, and unbutton it. "Come on ! Time's up !" Someone yells from outside, banging on the door. "Damn." Both you and Jacob whisper at the same time, then you laugh together, kissing one last time quickly, and leaving the room hand in hand.
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1. Open Your Library.
(iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, Etc...)
2. Put It On Shuffle.
3. Press Play.
4. For Every Question, Type The Song That's Playing.
5. When You Go To A New Question, Press The Next Button.
6. Don't Lie & Try To Pretend You're Cool, Write Down The Actual Song That's Playing.
My Soundtrack :
Opening Credits: Body Control - Leighton Meester
Waking Up: A Little Bit Longer - Jonas Brothers
First Day At School: Bad Influence - Pink
Falling In Love: I Know You Want Me - Pitbull
Fight Song: Maneater - Nelly Furtado
Breaking Up Song: Let's Call It Off - Peter Bjorn andJohn
Prom: Dance Wiv Me - Dizzee Rascal
Life: Single Ladies - Beyonce (AW !
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Mental Breakdown: Paranoid - Jonas Brothers
Driving: In For The Kill - La Roux
Flashback: Here We Go Again - Demi Lovato
Wedding: Don't trust Me - 3OH!3
Getting Back Together: You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift
Final Battle: 21 Guns - Green Day
Death Scene: Down - Jay Sean
Funeral Song: Now You're Gone - Basshunter
End Credits: It's too Late - Evermore
LOL MUCH ?
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My Story
The night of February 27th 1947, was darker than usual, and cold. My human skin couldn't handle it, so I had a coat, gloves, and a hat on. With the snow swirling around me, I must have looked like a frozen princess already. I sighed as I remembered the gleaming lights of the Eiffel Tower, high above me, which I was leaving behind. Sad tears welled in my eyes as I turned to see it for the last time. In the morning, I would be leaving on a ship to America.
My footsteps echoed off the icy sidewalk, gripping the snowflakes to it. Cracks were setting, threatening to break the layer, before I could get off it. I quickened my pace.
All was silent for a moment. The unprotected part of my body, my neck, was burning from the cold. How had I forgotten my scarf ?
I only realised now I was completely alone, and my curfew far behind me. Mama would scold me. Papa would slap me with his belt again, leaving deep marks in my olive skin. Tears would stream down my cheeks.
My breathing was so heavy, and my vision blurred from tears of fear, that I had to stop. I had been trying to avoid stopping - it would only make me think harder. Why did I have to go home ? Why did I have to be sent to America, along with my little brother ? I knew the answer. But I didn't want to admit it.
A cough to my left, down a dark alleyway, stopped my thoughts, and blood rushed to my cheeks. There was another indistinctive sound. Who .. Who's there ? I stuttered, my teeth chattering. I took a few steps forward.
My eyes widened when a hand was placed over my lips, stopping any possible scream for help. I stayed completely still.
The hand loosened it's grip around my mouth, and then fell completely. I didn't turn.
A young man with curly brown hair and broad shoulders stepped in front of me. He was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, from his pale skin, glowing brilliantly in the moonlight, or his amber eyes, scorching a hole into me. I couldn't help but ogle.
But there was a look in those eyes that saddened me. Whether it was the lust in them, or the fear, or the pity. He lunged at my neck.
The pain was unbearable. A fire, burning my bones and bubbling my blood. It would not end.
Voices. Distant, but there.
I opened my eyes, the pain gone, a new feeling throughout me.
I saw everything.
I sat up quickly, screwing up my eyes and opening them persistently. What the hell ? I asked myself, looking at my pale hands. I felt hard, and cold. Brooke ? Someone said behind me. I turned around, too fast. I wasn't normal anymore. My spin felt like it was in slow motion, I saw every speck of dust fly past me.
Oh ! I gasped as I recognised my angel, who stepped towards me. He stopped, and cocked his head tot he side. How do you know my name ? I asked curiously. He looked like he was fighting laughter as he took another step towards me. Your wallet, in your bag. He told me, pressing his lips into a hard line.
Two days later, and I was still only just used to my new walk. Glide was a better way to look at it. And my reflection in the mirror. It was .. It was beautiful. I was beautiful.
Emmett had told me what had happened, how the scent of my blood had attracted him so much. Too much. He hadn't been able to resist. But .. But I'm here. I'd pointed out in a confused tone, a small frown creasing my forehead. I saved you. He had told me, avoiding my gaze, looking at the floor instead of me. I was silent.
Some more days passed. I learnt to hunt, and the other Cullen's grew more comfortable, slipping back into normality. I felt like an outsider, and if it wasn't for the need Emmett and I had for each other, in a brother sister way ( or was it ? ) and Alice and I's weird-but-there friendship, I would have left then. One day, when I was out, peacefully sitting on part of a smashd up boulder next to eh river -Emmett's works-21 Comments 210 weeks
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Read Before Commenting! Sorry if it's too harsh for you.
Guidelines
1. God-Modding
As a matter of fact, I don't mind this. If you have a storyline you really want to pursue, God-Mod all you like. Stupid people who act all bimbo when you say that they called out your name. Omfg put a sock in it. Just dont God-Mod the whole conversation, that would be no fun.
2. Sex
Yeah, that's fine, but if it gets too .. detailed, I'll move it to mail.
3. Swearing
I do it at home, I do it at school, I do it on Bebo. So you can do it too. Lol.
4. Roleplay
This is roleplay. It's why it's called Bebo Roleplay. Brooke Leitonne Cullen isn't real. I'm not Leighton Meester. I'm me.
5. Stealing
Don't steal my pics, quotes, story starters, etc. Just don't.
6. Text Talk.
Alright when you text. But you're not texting, you're typing. so don't act like your texting! Proper spelling and grammar unless you're really bad at both kinda like me please!
7. OOC
New way to meet people, it's all good. Just don't ask about me, (like my actual Bebo and stuff) I roleplay to get away from my horrid life.
8. Starters/One Liners.
Ever tried starting? It's fun but hard. I have to start all the time. Gimme a break and start yourself! If you really don't want too, just say, but I'm running out of ideas here. And I don't reply to one liner starters! There's no storyline there! One liners later in the convo is fine though, as long as it can be answered too.
9. New Characters/Their Pics.
This may sound hypocritical, but I'm sick of really stupid fake characters. I mean come on - I could have actually happened in the book. Bella's sister? Edwards first wife? A mosquito? (< Haha I laughed there.) Come on. So not real. And get proper photos. If you're going to have a photo of some random celebrity in the sun and you're a vampire, add some freaking Dazzle! And a vampire on the red carpet? Get some actual socialite pics.
10. Last but not least, Me.
I've been roleplaying since 2006, not as Brooke but as many Harry Potter characters. I've been told I'm one of the best, and thats pretty cool. I like to roleplay with some other masters sometime, so try and be creative. Don't noob me you noobs.
Thanks
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ooc: thanks for the add a while ago
would you like to roleplay? i can start 
'ooc Hey do you make personal skins?
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yeah same for you! haha i know aye! merry xmas to you too! i have run out of luv 4 u but u know i luv u xx
hey hun! omg i havent been on in aaaaaaages aye! now that i think of it i miss roleplaying haha hey i hope you had a very merry christmas and have a happy new year! luv ya hun xx
ooc: thanks for accepting. would you like to roleplay? i dont mind starting.
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So, I was stalking you, because I was in the mood, and this is what I found! 
I'm so sweet. 
Re-post! Hello Ragey. I dunno why, but I just wanted to let you know how much I love you. You always seem to be there for me, even when I'm in my annoying emo moods. And, you bought me flowers when I got my teeth pulled. Not even Ashley came to visit me when that happened, and we'd been friends for almost eight years. You always care, and you put effort into everything you do, so I just wanted to tell you that I love you lots and lots, and that you're a fantastic person. xx P.S- This may have something to do with the fact that I'm listening to Wonderwall. xx
But you can call me now, if you'd like
Ashley!
I'm talking to Ashley on the phone 
((Very, very disapointing. *stupid Eddy... stupid Eddy...* I'm beating myself up for spelling Carlisle wrong. Was it right that time?!)) Edwards untrained eyes locked on Brooke walking through the school (Yeah- Edward has the power to change the scene!
) and he gasped, silently flailing his arms around him. Then, he spotted Alice going up behind Brooke- who was a Cullen...? His memory was faulty. Too much divorce counciling did that to yeh. But he digresses... He saw Alice going up behind Brooke, looking like a try-hard puppy with a Micheal Jackson nose indeed. Taking a sharp intake of air, he raced up to Brooke, in slow-mo saying "
Noooo... Alice is behind youuuu!" And looking as though an explosion should happen behind him.
Aless shook her head at Brooke, looking down. "No. But... Caius might be able to... you know. Let you see the body." Aless shrugged her shoulders, looking up at the castle behind her. No, she didn't believe what she was saying, but it might get the young Cullen off her back.
Christian raised his dark brows, smirking a little. "Fireboy? That's original." He said sarcastically, shaking his head at Brooke with a slight laugh. Actually, Lissa had once reffered to him as 'Fireboy,'.... he pushed that thought from his mind, though, pulling Brooke further away from the restaurant by the hand, until he was beside his yellow bug-like car. Remember? From the MSN roleplay?- he asked telepathically to Brooke
Christian's eyes scanned the restaurant quickly, and he spotted his 'date', looking at the desert menu with wide, innocent, and extremely daft looking green eyes. Man, e really had been shallow... maybe he'd let her down easy? "Hey, there..." He said, walking over to her. Why was it so hard to remember her name?! She looked up at him, causing her short necklace to sparkle. The necklace read Maggie. "Look, Maggie, I really need to go- I just got a phone call. My... snake died. We've been together so long, Todd and I... it's really difficult. Here's the money, but I don't think we'll speak again- it's too painful." Maggie still seemed to be processing this news as Christian walked away, and back into the hallway. "Alright, let's leave- out the back." He said quietly, looking over his shoulder again.
Christian nodded his head, running a hand through Brooke's hair now, and kissed her lips, his face serious now. But, ah, first, I need to... pay the check. For... He let his voice trail off, looking at the wall as his eyes narrowed in concentration. Her name couldn't be that complex! Maybe, it was because the only name he heard was Brooke.
Despite the fact that he, Christian, had told Brooke that he loved her, he was surprised to hear her repeat the words back to him. You do? He asked, his tone rather disbelieving. Well, that was... unexpected. But, at the same time, it was extremely, extremely satisfying. He shouldn't be so... cynical. But, then again, that was who he was. Would she love him any other way? Thinking the words made him smile yet again, and he let his hands slip to her waist, grinning uncharacteristically. How was it that he'd been able to breathe without her, again?