Wesley Wyndam-Pryce <jldanna@...> wrote:
Sorry, co-owner (and it's mainly her game) says Faith is to remain
as is....which means she would be 16 in the game.
--- In The_Watchers_Compound@ , "Liam"yahoogroups. com
<liamelessar@...> wrote:
>
> ooc: nothing was much said about faith other than she was in her
> second year of HS and that she was the mayors daughter. Also, that
> she ran errands and some questionable jobs for him. I kinda read
the
> first post there and reworked it from what I thought faith should
be
> like. She's 18, and my post explains why she's behind in her
> schooling. Please let me know.
>
>
> IC:
>
> Faith had frollicked off to school once the conversation with her
> father this morning had ended. She sat outside on the pavillion, a
> fag in her hand as she took a long drag from it. Of course, she
was
> early.. and the reputation of being a good little Mayor's daughter
> was quickly fading to be fun. She was 18 and she was a sophmore in
> highschool. Oh, the joy at that. She wasnt carefree like a lot of
the
> kids in this place.. but then again she saw and did things a lot
> differently then any of them. Her mother died young.. and yes,
> everyone had their own little tragedies.. but Faith had taken
things
> very differnt from much of the other kids her age. She had been
given
> the world.. beauties.. jewels.. cars... the works.. her own place
to
> live in, and why wouldnt any girl want all of those things?
However,
> about two years ago she had taken her own fall into identity
> crisis... wondering if she was like her mother.. who she resembled
> the most... if her father loved her more than just to give her
pretty
> things.. so Faith had taken off and left the comforts of her home
and
> life to experience things she didnt quite understand.
> So many things had happend within those two years of living on the
> streets and bouncing back and forth between what friends she had..
> staying on their couches... but after all of that she came back
home.
> Given, she had missed two years of school so she had a lot of
> catching up to do.. and she had missed her father dearly. But, for
> the most part - they tried not to think about it.. or talk about
it
> at all. So, Faith had started the summer of her return working
with
> her father.. running errands.. and such, and now, she was back in
> school. She wondered if she'd see any familiar faces..or any of
the
> old friend she once had. Given they'd be seniors and she was a
lonely
> sophmore... but, she would be able to deal and catch up in no time.
> She took another long drag from her cig and then tossed it on the
> floor, crushing it with her boot as she ran a hand through her
hair.
> Oh, the fun - school was starting. She wondered if what her father
> had said about her riding out the school year was true.. of if she
> could get him to pull strings here and there for her if she didnt
> like her teachers. Either way, she wasnt sure how she'd like being
> back here.... unless she found some solace in the people.. or
> something else that would ease the tension in her body.
>
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