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thank you so much! That was beautiful.  

Could you me do me next? Thanks a lot.

I actually think I've never done these before, but I'd like to. Autumn, I can imagine you right away, so here goes.

Autumn Leaves

The girl sits on the bench against a worn tiled wall in a bustling train station, hands resting inside the pocket of her unzipped navy hoodie that protects her from the chill that the faint breeze brings. She is of average height and build, with slightly flushed cheeks. Her slightly wavy hair is a gentle shade of light brown. It falls onto her shoulders and partially tucks itself into the hood, which is down. She wears a peach-colored shirt and two rubber bands around her wrist.

At a glance, she seems to blend in with the surroundings, but if one takes a longer look at her, they find that something tugs at them to not look away. It is her eyes, mostly, not just because of their lovely caramel brown color with tiny gold specks near the pupil, but something more than appearance, something barely tangible. They are large and intelligent, but not satisfied with the knowledge the already contain. They look into the world with a special perspective, searching for more. It is not lust, it is not hunger, not a need to be whole. No, it is a spark of curiosity and determination, never growing to a monstrous flame, but always existent, never fading, no matter what. Right now, they stare straight ahead. They are thoughtful and focused on whatever is on her mind.

The corners of her mouth are upturned slightly, a smile to herself. She is content. She is wearing a pair of headphones, connected to her phone, somewhere in the inner pocket of her jacket. Her head nods slightly to a beat only she can hear. She continues to smile at the song she is listening to. How she loves this song. How she loves to sit on this bench at this train station.

She is her own island in the sea of confusion and noise. Of course one can attempt to be an island anywhere else, in a more quiet place, but that defeats the purpose of having an island. That kind of "island" is only loneliness. This girl isn't lonely at all. Sometimes she wants time to herself, sometimes with other people, just for the sake of dividing time differently. And so she builds it here, in the midst of a torrent sea, full of busy currents with different purposes, carrying on with their lives. Sometimes it's interesting to look beyond her island and study the currents, wondering where they are going. Who knows for sure? Who knows for sure what this girl is thinking?

The smell of pumpkin spice fills her nose. Leaves that somehow got nside swirl at her feet by that breeze that also somehow got inside. She watches them for a moment as she listens to her music, then goes back to mouthing lyrics.

Bluebird: Your long golden blonde hair falls down your back, ending in a sea of curls. Your purpley-blue eyes sparkle with happiness (because you always seem happy to me). You wear a light purpley-blue short sleeved shirt that's the same color as your eyes, Almost lavender but a little more blue, and darker blue shorts. On your feet you wear a pair of old worn out flip flops, that are quite dirty from all the time you spend outside in the spring and summer, but haven't lost their dark purple color.

I tried to do a realistic picturing that sounded like what a preteen/teen would look like, so I hope you don't mind that it's really simple.  

Embers in the Ashes: Your have long, straight, jet black hair that reaches almost all the way down your back. You have pale skin, but bright orangey-red eyes. You wear a long, loose red-orange shirt, and red leggings. On your feet you wear a pair of worn leather sandals. You stand at the entrance of a cave that is near a volcano. You don't mind the heat, and the heat doesn't mind you. (Sorry that sounded really strange)

Sorry. That was a horrible description. I'm picturing you in my head, but it isn't coming out right when I try to write it in words. 

Joss: (I know you're leaving and probably won't see this, but I'm doing it anyway :)

Your wavy dirty blond hair reaches about the middle of your back. Your eyes are a lightish green. You wear a simple dark green t-shirt, and chocolate colored pants. You sometimes have a bow hung across your back, and a sheath of arrows at your side. You love to explore in the woods, but you also love to play with your American Girl Dolls :) You love sitting in your bay window with a good book and your tabby cat, occasionally looking out the window and seeing the beauty of nature. 

For some reason I picture you as someone who loves to explore the forest and run through the woods. You are a great friend to everyone on the CB :) Goodbye.  

Here's The Riddler's: (I promise I am not a stalker! I got most of this off of your post on my Sports and stuff thread)

The Riddler doubled over, her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. She'd been two seconds short of beating her fastest mile time ever, and by the end of the cross country season, she was sure she could top it.

Once her breathing evened out, she gathered the loose pieces of her choppy black hair and pulled them back into a ponytail. Some kids were just finishing, others had a while to go. That meant she had a bit of time to rest before their coach started practice again. She looked over at her friends, who were running around, pretending to be unicorns, and smiled a little. Everyone on this team was so nice to each other.

Well, almost everyone.

A boy who had just started coming to her school walked by her with an arrogant swagger in his step. "You run like a girl!" he teased another boy, who looked at him with disgust, but did nothing to stand up for himself. The Riddler frowned. "Excuse me?"

The boy turned around. "Excuse me!" he mocked in a high-pitched voice. "What do you want?"

The Riddler gave him her best death stare, and stood up as tall as she could. "Don't say that. It's very rude."

He laughed. "It's a fact of life, though. Boys are naturally better athletes!"

She clenched her fists. The Riddler would show him. "Oh yeah? Prove it!"

A few students had yet to finish their two-mile run. He smiled in a way that was not-at-all nice, then said, "Okay, then. I'll race you to that tree over there." He pointed to a tall, red maple across the school yard, about one hundred meters away. "If you win, you're right. If I win, it's shows that boys are better athletes."

The Riddler steeled her gaze, deteremined to win. "Deal."

They prepared to race. The Riddler dug her neon green running shoes into the dirt and placed her hands on the ground, and suddenly, it was like she was racing in the Olympics. Come on, you can do this! She told herself. You can win.

"On your marks, get set, go!" The two of them took off, sprinting down the field like their lives depended on it. The boy pulled ahead, but The Riddler wasn't done yet. She put everything she had left into the last few meters. With a final burst of energy, she reached out her hand and touched the tree seconds before her opposer. "Wait- how?" he wheezed.

She smiled victoriously through the pain that pierced her abdomen. "That'll teach you to challenge me again. Us girls can do anything!"

And she was right. 

Could someone do me please? Thank you!

Imma do more. Alsoooooo can someone please do me :)

Cockleburr (For some reason you remind me of the color yellow): A girl quietly sits on the porch of her house, listening to the sounds of her farm. Tapping her yellow shoes against the ground, she started to sing along to the beat of the animals. She then stopped, feeling embarressed. Getting up, she ceased the wrinkles in her yellow dress, tied her blonde hair to her head, and went back into the house.

Autumn Leaves: You hold the small twig in your hand, watching the pray mantis climb its bark with ease. You smile, then set the stick down onto the leaf covered ground. Shifting the leaves between your toes, you wonder what it's like to be one of those leaves. Shaking the thought out impatiently, you fix your sweatshirt and get up. You notice that you had been sitting there for too long. You start to walk a fast pace, but then stumble over a log and rip your jeans. Groaning out of frustration, you move your brown hair out of your hazel eyes and walk away.

Thank you, Danie! I hope you like mine. 

Danie:

She twirls under the autumn leaves, her face turned to the sun. Her short, dark hair excapes the multi-colored headband holding it in place and floats around her delicate face. Her arms rise slightly as she spins, her simple white dress fans out around her. She smiles contentedly, yet under that peace an almost tangeble exuberance hides, pure joy with the world and the desire to share it with all. Her shawl slips to the ground while she dances, but it is not until the last warm rays of the sun vanish over the horizon that she notices and begins to shiver. Gathering up her shawl, she hurries off into the twilight, vanishing into the trees.

Hey Bluebird, could you do me? Thanks in advance if you do!