LAROSE, Siobhan C. {TWEEDLE-DUM}

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Name: Tweedle-Dum (Real Name: Siobhan Ciara Larose; Shiv-awn KEER-ah la-ro-z)

Nickname(s): Tweed, Twee, E, Shivie, Shiv, Shiva(Warning, only people close to Siobhan can call her Shivie. Consequences will not be disclosed.)

Class: Hybrid; Pet (Pft as if.)

Species: Coyote

Birthday: October 31st

Age: 19

Orientation: Bisexual; You may ask why? Why Bisexual? The only reason is because of how she feels towards men. Men have frequently betrayed her countless times, and due to this at points she looks towards the women side. Women are so sweet, caring, and nice. They’re pleasant towards her unlike those dreaded men who don’t have one ounce of respect for her. She doesn’t trust them, and when it comes to women, although she likes them for their motherly personality, it’s hard for her to trust them too.

Owner: Ostrich Theodouche—Ahem, Oscar Theodore Goldsbloom
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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Eye Color: Auburn; Orange

Hair Color: Grayish Green (Don’t start with her about how weird her hair is, she’ll snap at you.)

Height: 5 feet 2 inches

Weight: 125 lbs.

Build: Hourglass Figure, can’t you see the small waist? Other than that, she's finely built for a girl her age. She has a lot of muscle from being trained to fight in the Pits, and thus she's received a few scars here and there but none to noticeable.

Distinguishing Features:
-Coyote Ears; You know, those animal ears protruding out of her head? Yeah those. Afterall it’s the first clue to her being a Hybrid.

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-Eyes; Who else would have such a shade of orange and brown? It’s mixed to show perfect shading in the beautiful sunset eyes.

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-Scar; Between her breast if you ever get to see,(In your dreams!) Is a long vertical scar going down her chest, all the way to the bottom of where her ribcage ends a few inches above her belly button. How did she receive such a thing? When she wouldn’t cooperate with Oscar wanting to Shag her, his mood completely changed, so he simply cut open her blouse with a dagger. Apparently he pressed down to hard.

Typical Dress: Tweedle-Dum’s typical dress consists of, well, just that. Dresses. But these dresses unlike her sister Tweedle-Dee’s, are very you could say….revealing. Oscar dresses Tweedle-Dum, and he prefers her to be in such clothing. Ruffles and Lacey dresses, Strapless dresses, and dresses with a long neckline are what she’s mostly found in with an addition of heels. Although what she’d prefer to dress in would be a simple pair of beat up pants, a sweatshirt, and a regular t-shirt.

Other Notes: Her hair although an odd color she get's made fun of for certainly brings out her vivid eyes that others are attracted to quite often (Her long tail that gfalls just behind her knees is of the same color). If you look closely at her mouth or merely pay attention when she smiles (Ha a joke!) you may notice that her eye teeth(Canines) are longer and sharper than the others. This is due to her being a coyote hybrid. Also note that her collar is plain black with a ring for a leash, Oscar's idea.

PERSONALITY

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Likes:

{Ice-cream} Ice-cream has always been a huge favorite in the eyes of Tweedle-Dum. When she was younger and lived with her middie family in Goldsbloom Sector is where it all started. At the young age of six, she remembers just like it was yesterday that her mother took her twin-sister and her to go out for ice-cream on their birthday. Not a big deal right? Wrong. Tweedle-Dum never had ice-cream before, and she couldn’t wait to try it. So many people have explained how wonderful it tastes, how there’s so many different flavors to try and experience! But boy were they right, and Tweedle-Dum loved it all. It’s a memory she holds dear for her Mother is long dead, and since then Ice-cream has been the very best sweet in her eyes.

{Hugs} Hugs are awesome, what more do I have to say? Well, except that she barely ever gets hugs unless it’s from her sister. So that means they’re special, but they also give a way for her to relax for just a moment and feel safe.

{Pain} Pain is the feeling Tweedle-Dum mostly feels due to…well let’s put it in nice terms, being roughly handled. She’s just so used to it and doesn’t know anything different. She expects it when Oscar raises his hand around her or anybody for that matter. The hybrid likes it because it’s a reminder that she’s still alive, and she still has feelings, emotions even. She still has time to make something happen, anything could happen. As long as she’s alive, she will always have the change to get out of the cage containing her. But being alive isn’t always that fun.

{Tweedle-Dee} So this one should be awfully obvious. It’s her Twin Sister for crying out loud, she's the reason Tweedle-Dum breathes. Her twin sister that she’s older than by 10 minutes, her twin sister that she’s taken care of and looked out for all these years. Tweedle-Dum would do anything for her, absolutely anything in the world for her dear sister. She takes punishments, hits, and “Shag nights” instead for her. She’d give up almost anything just to please her or keep her safe. But notice, almost anything.

Dislikes:

{Pain} While she likes it, She also dislikes it. It’s a reminder that life hurts, and she has to continue on suffering. She just wishes she was dead so she could get everything over with, and not have to worry about what happens next? It tells her that Oscar is still alive,that she still has problems, and worst of all that she isn’t free. Her being is being is still caged and she’s still known as just a hybrid pet. Which is why at points Tweedle-Dum hates pain, because it overall just reminds her that she isn’t dead yet.

{Small Rooms} Look at her weaknesses! Under Claustrophobic

{Weakness} Being weak is the last thing Tweedle-Dum wants to do. She hates her weaknesses and any sign of it. It just drags her down, and creates more of a problem. Which is why she just hides it all away inside. Its an absolute shame to have any weaknesses, yet she does. The (every now and then) abuse from Oscar (and others at points) makes her think weakness is bad, but what she needs to understand is that it makes her human. (Although Hybrid)

{Men} Men have been completely awful to her, and when I say awful I mean awful. She’s gotten used, raped, abused, thrown away, scarred, yelled at, wounded, and broken by men. Why should she like them? Or even trust them? So if you’re a guy, good luck with trying to befriend this feisty beauty. She’ll have one of two reactions to you, either absolutely terrified, or incredibly angry.

{Herself} Yes, Tweedle-Dum hates herself. She dislikes her very being, and wishes she was never born at times. But she’s only here for Tweedle-Dee, if she didn’t have her she’d already have gone and got rid of herself. She wishes she didn’t make a lot of decisions, but that’s in the past now. It’s for the better, but it doesn’t stop her from not liking herself. She’s a terrible girl, and a terrible sister. It’s absolutely sickening to look in the mirror and think that she’s accepting the fact that she’d treated like a whore, and a mere toy to satisfy someone. How’d she stoop to this level? That’s right…all for Tweedle-Dee, to protect her sister. When she remembers that, again it becomes worth it. This is why she continues on with this ruse while she works along side the ferals. Doesn’t mean that she still can’t be disgusted with herself about what she’s been doing.

{Oscar} This one should be simple. Why shouldn’t she hate the guy who technically owns her? The guy she gets abused by, raped by, and evenly emotionly scarred by. That gives all the reason to hate him. She just has to make sure that guy doesn’t even go near her sister, or else it’s going to go down. If he tries to separate them…..Let’s say he’ll wish he was dead.

Aspirations
-{escape} Self explanatory. Who wouldn’t want to escape from Oscar? One day Tweedle-Dum dreams she’ll be able to break her ties to him as a pet, and live her own life.

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-{love} Like any other girl, or boy for that matter, she dreams of falling in love and finding the perfect guy. Whoever’s eye she catches, they’ll have to work extra hard in order to break through and gain her trust. Tweedle-Dum certainly doesn’t want to be alone all her life but she fears commitment.

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-{downfall} Tweedle-Dum wishes for the downfall of all three houses, which is why she’s working with the Ferals. The houses are horrible, and all have their own dirty little secrets. They’re all against the hybrids, and think they’re stupid, unintelligent, well they’ll see soon enough that that they’re wrong.

Fears
-{dying} No matter how pleasant it may be for Tweedle-Dum to die, it’s a scary thought. She doesn’t believe in god anymore, after everything that’s happened to her. Why should she believe? God never helped her in her time of need? So is there proof there’s a heaven? She’d love to die, only if she actually there was something better than what she has now. But a black pit of darkness sounds pretty good right now. The only thing holding her back is Tweedle-Dee, she could never leave her.

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-{separation} Which comes to Separation. It’s true, Tweedle-Dum could never leave Tweedle-Dee. Growing up without anybody but her gave her a rather big attachment to her younger twin sister. If anything comes between her and her sister, expect Tweedle-Dum to be a raging hormonal well, to put it bluntly, Bitch. She’ll kill you if you even try to separate the two of them. Her love for her sister is very strong, and you can’t ever forget that.

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-{love} Although she dreams of falling in love, she also completely fears it. She thinks that she’ll be left for dead by someone once she learns to trust them, that they’ll betray her like all the rest. This is why her walls are so built so high around her heart, but they’re begging to be broken down just so she can finally relax. Tweedle-Dum’s trust issues are extreme, she just needs someone to trust, and once she gets over that step, love will come easy.


Strengths:
-{seduction} Now this is a very sensitive thing with Tweedle-Dum. She’s a pro at seduction, getting what she wants from anyone by just acting like a complete whore thanks to the teachings of certain men. But this is more of a last resort tactic that she’s very ashamed of. Who wouldn’t be? Being a slut isn’t really on her agenda. But hey, a girls got to do what a girls got to do right?

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-{music} Tweedle-Dum is a rather good singer(cough-and flute player-cough), and Oscar takes advantage of that. She’s pure entertainment, and he sometimes requests for her to sing to him. But when she’s alone she rather loves to sing, and will do it freely only when she absolutely knows that she’s completely and utterly alone.

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-{fighting} Due to being used as a money maker in the pit-fighting arena, Tweedle-Dum can be rather hostile when she wants to be. She knows how to defend herself, and put somebody in the hospital but she chooses not to. One wrong move and she could be killed, and have to leave Tweedle-Dee alone. But believe me, this will come in handy when it comes to working with the ferals. Tweedle-Dum packs a feisty punch.

Weaknesses
-{reading} Due to Oscar not wanting Tweedle-Dum to be intelligent enough to stab him in the back or turn on him, he never let her finish schooling. This includes learning how to read. So basically she can only recognize numbers for she’s good at math. When she’s sent on errands to pick up items for Oscar, she usually has to bombard the sales-people with question in order to understand everything that’s written on the signs. If you hand her a book, well, in short, she’s hopeless.

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-{emotion-bottling} Tweedle-Dum is constantly bottling up her emotions. They’re not needed, and she finds them pointless due to all the harping of Oscar. The only important emotions are the slightest bit of happiness and lady like emotions, in other words properness. If there’s anything bothering Tweedle-Dum, don’t expect her to feel and tell. That’s the last thing she’ll do. But by doing this…at some point she’ll usually explode at random.

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-{trust} Since her father easily sold her and her sister to Mr. Ostrich, over time Tweedle-Dum has learned not to trust anyone but her sister. Oscar had promised them a wonderful home, but of course that was completely false. He ended up being a pervert who likes to “play” with his pets. This turns out to either be fun for them, or in simple rape. What a way to add to the trust fund~! So it’ll take a while for you to gain her trust, don’t be surprised when she gives you the cold shoulder.

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-{claustrophobic} This story is a bit of a long one, but let’s put it this way. Throughout her life she’s been locked in closets numerous times as well as being surrounded by multiple people. Just the thought of being enclosed is suffocating, and if she is then she gets absolutely terrified along with getting sick. She’ll become very dizzy, and nauseous before eventually passing out.

Habits:
-{back talking} Tweedle-Dum has a rather big habit of back-talking and constantly does it to Oscar. But what she gets in return is triple the punch. For some reason he gets irritated by that, and if this means Oscar isn’t feeling a pleasant feeling then she’ll repeat it continuously. Biting the bullet is worth it.

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-{lying} When Tweedle-Dum lies, it's pretty obvious. Atleast to her twin sister Tweedle-Dee. If she's lying she'll always either look just to the left/right side of your head or right above your eyes. It's a bad nervous habit of hers that she has to get rid of. It's all because of guilt.(Guilt? Guilt? She has no reason to be guilty!)

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-{shape-shifting} If Tweedle-Dum wants to be alone, she'll nearly always shape shift into her Coyote form before hiding under Oscar's bed. She may be claustrophobic, but this is the only exception.

Overall Personality: Overall, Tweedle-Dum is more of the type to be quiet around a lot of people with a few snide comments here and there. Especially people she doesn't know. But when it comes to Oscar, that's when her bad side of her personality roars to life. She becomes more forceful, but at the same time more afraid. Her back-talk esculates off her scale, and it's quite a hassel for her time in need.

When she was younger though, she was one of the most out going people in her family. Off the walls, full of energy, in simple terms, a hyper ball of awesomeness. (Term Belongs to Dango) But once her mother died, it went downhill. Their father was angry all the time, abusive, loved Alcohol. So she had to grow up at a young age to step up and take care of her younger twin sister. In Conclusion she became:
-Quiet
-Stronger
-Determined
-Smart-Assed
-Tactical
-Responsible(Ha.ha.)
-But also, "weak"

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HISTORICAL FACTS

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Birthplace: Tweedle-Dum was sadly born in the center sector.

Parents: The Tweedle’s parents are dead, which explains a lot. Just kidding. Tweedle-Dum wishes her father was dead, but her Mother actually is quite sadly. Her father is a bumb-head(In polite words), and her mother was a sweetheart.
Mother: Leiah Larose; Deceased; River Burial
Father: Alistar Larose; Unknown; Where-abouts unknown

Siblings:
Twin Sister: Tweedle-Dee; Colette Alessandra Larose;19 years old
Older Brother: Andrei Larose; 31 years old


Education: Tweedle-Dum is only educated in Math and in that area she’s highly intelligent in. Oscar rather she not be school educated, for Tweedle-Dum is Dumb, and thus her name.


Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee were born as Siobhan Ciara Larose and Collete Alessandra Larose, the first children to their married parents Alistar and Leiah in the Central sector. Or were they? In fact, there was one before them, and he’s known as Andrei Larose. Not that the Tweedles know of their brother. They used to, but they were far to young to remember him after all these years. Andrei left when they were only Three years old, and their parents never talked about him after that.

Growing up was always fun for the twins, they were the best of friends, and they were absolutely inseparable although they lived more in hiding than anything. Tweedle-Dee was the little sweet-heart, and Tweedle-Dum was the hyper one. If you saw one twin, the other wasn’t far behind. Their life was perfect.

Then one day, their mother fell ill.

A month later she got even more sick.

And sicker.
And sicker.
And sicker.

Then she passed away in her sleep when the twins were only ten years of age. That’s when Tweedle-Dum’s world came crashing down around her. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion. They made a proper burial for her, something known as A River burial where you send someone down the river with floating candles. It’s a very peaceful way to go, and it’s honored.

As time went on after that, it went painfully slow, no matter how fast it seems now. Their father became an alcoholic, and he was rash, abusive due to the effects. He’s lash out at the girls and that’s when Tweedle-Dum took the position of stepping up to protect her sister from her father. She’d take the beating, wanting to save her sister from it. What happened to Tweedle-Dee was unforgivable…..so Tweedle-Dum is always trying to make up for it by protecting her. When Tweedle-Dee was getting “pimped”, Tweedle-Dum stayed at home with her abusive father and did everything he asked. This sometimes was a little too much. He broke her down, her self esteem, everything. Although painful, she sees how worth it is now.

Two years later though, their father met with the owner of the Pit Fighting Rings. AKA the PFR. They struck up a rather big deal and it was confirmed. Alister sold his daughters for a rather large sum of money, wanting nothing to do with them anymore. That’s when their lives in the Pit Fighting Rings started.

They were forced to learn how to fight; Defend themselves in order to survive. Then as time went on they learned how to be on the offensive side. Especially Tweedle-Dum. She loved the thrill of fighting, and after being cooped up with her father and holding everything back, she started going all out. Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum became fighting partners, and they were becoming a famous duo in the fighting world. They went on for four years, fighting non-stop but as time went on Tweedle-Dum got sick of it. She started slacking off during her fights and the director didn’t like that at all.

Luckily, A certain someone had their eye on them for a while. Oscar Theodore Goldsbloom. Soon enough they found themselves going home with their savior who bought them from the rings at the age of sixteen. It’d be a lot to get used to but they’d like their lives eventually…well atleast Tweedle-Dee did. Tweedle-Dum definitely did not. She didn’t know why Tweedle-Dee was treated so much better and her like complete dirt. This Oscar guy was just like their father, and she didn’t look at him any differently. Tweedle-Dum began to get “ball-zy” with him, back talking, and not being grateful like her oh so special younger sister.

That’s when the punishments started Rape, Abuse, and Scarring. What a wonderful life she now leads. No wonder Tweedle-Dum is starting to work with the Ferals….she’s sick of this life.

Known Facts:

- Tweedle-Dum gets shagged by Oscar, and everyone knows because he loves to boast about it.

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-Tweedle-Dum used to be apart of the Pit Fighting Rings for Four years with her twin sister.

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-She’s usually found underneath Oscar’s bed in Coyote form from the hours of 8 to 9 or even 10 pm.

Rumors:

- Tweedle-Dum is working with the Feral Government. Psh, who would think that? A stupid pet? It’s certainly not true…

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-Tweedle-Dum is pregnant with Oscar’s baby. Scandal!

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-Rumors are going around saying that Tweedle-Dum is planning to massacure the Goldsbloom family, specifically the main family. Gasp!

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-Tweedle-Dum will do anything you ask of her, and that means anything. Like jump rope .

Secrets:

-Tweedle-Dum can’t stand the touch of Oscar, the way he sometimes looks at her…..It just makes her feel terrified inside. She’s actually afraid he might kill her one day.

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-She’s in love with a certain someone; Not telling who~

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-This twin wants to run away from her “wonderful” home. But the only thing holding her back is Tweedle-Dee.

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-Tweedle-Dum has anxiety due to being claustrophobic. When Oscar locks her away in closets, it sets off her anxiety and she hyperventilates until she has a panic attack. She gets way too worked up about it, making herself sick and feel nauseous before eventually passing out.
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Love.

Such a sick and twisted word that Tweedle-Dum never understood. Just hearing it made her cold heart stop, because there was no such thing as love. Her sister and she knew it the most. At least that’s what she thought.

The fire eyed girl bent down, her milk colored skirt of her dress rising up in the back as she did so. The front of the ruffled mess dipped forward, but she payed no attention to it. Her light mint color hair slid in her face, blocking it from view as she reached with her porcelain like hand and picked up a pair of boxer shorts that lay beside Oscar’s bed. Straightening up, Tweedle-Dum’s eyes were directed towards her Master’s (Pft Master, anything but) bed.

Or actually, a certain someone on the bed.

Her sister Tweedle-Dee layed tangled up in the blankets, a pleasant smile on her face. Something that Tweedle-Dum did not ever make. Not anymore at least. Her sister was so gifted, and like her had been through so much. She’d give up the absolute world for her sister just so that Tweedle-Dee could smile like that every day. Tweedle-Dum just wants the best for her, and Oscar definitely isn’t that. Which is why she’s fixing this dilemma.

Gathering up the stray clothes on the floor, Tweedle-Dum walked out of the ‘Prince’s’ bedroom and out into the hallway that was painted a deep gold color. Such an awful color, an awful word. Gold, as in Goldsbloom. Boy do they live up to their reputation of being cruel, nothing was happy go lucky in the place the twins call home.

She was the only one there at the moment, and she was grateful for that fact. This way, Tweedle-Dum would have no one bothering her while she did her everyday chores that had to get done. If only this was the only chore she had to do. Just the thought of nightfall made her shiver and her face drop.

Tweedle-Dum’s face never had any emotion, her eyes held no cheery light, only an eerie darkness. She was unreadable that way, and no one would ever know her true feelings that she held deeply inside. So when Oscar abuses her, she likes to use that to her advantage and piss him off more by showing no emotion; just a cocky smirk.

Which only works half the time sadly.

Heading to the laundry room, the older twin carried an arm full of clothes that belonged to that perverted dirtbag. She wasn’t allowed to wash her clothes during the day because the maids might see and try to start a fight with her. For their (as in the maids) own safety, Tweedle-Dum washed her and her sister’s clothes at between midnight and dawn, far past everyone’s bed or waking time. It was easier that way, and she didn't have to ecounter anybody. Tweedle-Dee would be in bed with Oscar just like the previous night, and nobody would be up to question her doings.

Bumping open the door to the laundry room, Tweedle-Dum heaved a sigh as she tucked the clothes underneath her right arm while walking over to the washer-machine. Such a tedious job it was, tending to her ‘Master’. Opening up the washer, she threw his dirty clothes in, stuffing them down to the bottom.

As she set up the wash, Tweedle-Dum spiraled into thought about why she listened to the Ostrich anyways. Yeah he supplied them a home but he also supplied rape and abuse. Something that shouldn’t happen in return of a home.

When she was arranging the clothes in the washer, Tweedle-Dum leaned a tad too far over the machine and as a result a picture slipped out of her corset. Not noticing, she closed the cover and turned on the machine before walking away, her mind set on going to take a nap somewhere nobody could find her.

Unbeknownst to her, her special picture was being washed inside the machine, floating around and getting water damage. Unfortunately it slipped into a pair of Oscar’s pants, so even when she returned to throw everything in the dryer she wouldn’t be able to find it.

That very picture was a picture of four people. A short haired woman with blonde hair and a man with mint green hair were sitting on the couch in mid laugh. On their laps sat two girls who looked similar. One of them had mint green hair like the older man, and was sitting on the woman’s lap wearing black shorts and a big flowy dark blue T-shirt. She had her two little index fingers on where each of her dimples were, and a big smile covered her face as she looked at the camera with orange fiery eyes. The other girl had blonde hair like the woman and was sitting on the man’s lap while wearing a flowy pink and white flower dress, a white ribbon holding her bangs back. She was doing the same thing as the other girl, touching her dimples with a wide smile and looking at the camera with the same orange eyes.

They looked like a loving family.

They were all Hybrids.

They were the Tweedle twins with their Mother and Father.

It was the one and only picture Tweedle-Dum had of everyone in her family all together and looking happy. It was a picture she treasured to no end.

And Tweedle-Dum just lost this very important picture.

That was now in a pair of Oscar’s pants, ready for him to find. When he does, she’ll be ready to accuse him of stealing it.

Now this was made by miss Mariposa1167 at CAUTION
with some minor editing from fallonann and I think that she did an awesome and totally wicked
job on it so no stealing it... or rabid chipmunks will share
wrath on all who disobey. kay kay? good. The lyrics are
not mine and belong to Paramore; the song was When it Rains.

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