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'Shes absolutely correct' Ashton added.
'We have to get moving soon, things will become much worse if we don't. Although i have no idea where we are? it's weird i don't remember a cave even being around here even though iv'e skied past this place many of times, all i know is theres an opening at the end of this cave.. its our only shot.'
Ashton began to take a few steps forward towards the exit, 'so are we ready?' looking back at the boys and girls.

OOC: yeah sure were accepting. not for much longer though, so be quick !

Constance said with absolute confidence, "Let's get out of here!" However, Paige wasn't feeling so hot. "Wait..." she said, "We don't know where we are. What if we were kidnapped or something?" Constance rolled her eyes and grumbled sarcastically, "That's my sister, always looking out for me."Constance then stepped forward towards the entrance and looked back at everyone else, waiting for them to follow.

Name: Phoebe Akemi
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Phoebe isn't afraid to voice her opinion. Although she tries not to be blunt, she will voice what she thinks, even if everyone else is against it. She doesn't often ague, and isn't stubborn, but she doesn't easily change her thoughts on things. She doesn't always see the bigger picture, instead she sees the little details in it. She doesn't easily accept help form others, and ties not to draw attention to herself too much. Sarcasm is something she often over-uses.
Occupation (optional): She worked at a small family-owned pet-shop
History Her mother didn't want her as she had her at a young age -she never met her mother, and was brought up by her grandmother. Her grandmother never spoke of the reasons she never again visited her daughter, A.K.A Phoebes mother, but Phoebe suspected that her mother may have been into drugs or something. Her grandfather had died at an old age of natural causes, and she was brought up by her doting grandmother, the type that was over-caring, although not always sticking her nose into her grand-daughters business, and mainly letting Phoebe have her time with her friends to herself, except for when she popped in with some freshly-baked cookies. Phoebes life was good, but of course her father - whom she had only seen once, with a reluctant O.k from her grandmother - decided to pop in with his new wife, Phoebes step-mother, to get to know Phoebe more and take her places. And, typically, Phoebes step-mother, although kind, liked the one thing Phoebe hated - skiing. Her father didn't want to upset his wife. She didn't want to upset he father, because that would upset her grandmother. So, reluctantly, she took lessons in skiing.
Likes: Baking, nights out with her friends, soccer, small rodents, the outdoors
Dislikes: School, skiing, being alone in the dark in strange places
Accessories: A necklace with an amber-coloured gem in it, that closely resembles the eye of a wolf and gleams many shades of golden-amber
Other: None

accepted.

He could only mutter softly as she pulled on him, his head swaying up and down in a groggy motion as the blood continued to run. His very body was stiff with the coldness and his damp jacked was doing him no favors. It wouldn't be long before a high fever or cold would set in...either of them not being a good scenario. "Tha.....thank you..." he mumbled before his head fell against her shoulder, trusting his well being to her with ease.

Phoebe felt someone prodding her shoulder, trying to get her up from bed no doubt.
"Its the weekend Gran." She murmured, trying to roll over in her bed. Something was stopping her form rolling over. She opened her eyes, expecting to see the wall next to her bed, and found that she was covered in snow. It wasn't someone prodding her, it was a stick, poking into her shoulder.
"wha..?" She muttered, sitting up. She groaned as her head swam, and the room, or wherever she was swayed.

Blinking, she remembered what had happened. She had been skiing, and there had been a rumbling, and a lot of snow, then darkness... an avalanche?
When her head stopped spinning, she shook it to get the snow out of her hair. She looked around to see the others she'd been having a skiing lesson with.
How the heck did we get in a cave? she wondered.

Blinking, she tried to get up, but her leg gave way under her and she fell back down.
Ow. It hurt. She blinked as she saw blood covering the side of her leg. Quickly she pressed it in the snow to stop the bleeding, trying to hide the fact that she had been injured.

She got up again, wincing but managing to stand up this time.

"Woah.... What happened? Where are we? Is anyone hurt?"

She saw the answers to her first and last question by looking around. There had been an avalanche. It looked like the boy - what was his name, Ty? - had injured his head.

Canceling out her last questions, she began to ask more.
"How'd we get in a cave? Can we get out?"

Is it too late to join?

Name: Serena J. Bower
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Appearance: Heart shaped face with olive skin; Shoulder-length dark auburn, long spiral-like hair; Almond-shaped chocolate brown eyes; 5”2-5”3; normal build.
Personality: Serena is a funloving and light person. She can be somewhat of a snob, but is very lenient with her friends. She has a big sence of humor and when she is tired she can be in a coma-like trance.(Sometimes)
Occupation (optional): Volenteered at the city's S.P.C.A
History When she was thirteen years old, her parents and brother had died in an appartment fire. She had 2nd degree burns on her amrs and legs but survived. She has a scar on her right ankle but hates to look at it. She lives with her grandmother now.
Likes: Nature, animals, likes to have fun, vampire movies, and books. The color red.
Dislikes: Spiders, being really cold, and bossy people.
Accessories: Has black Santana canada boots and red canadian olimpics gloves. She had a matching hat and has a dark red coat.
Other: Wonder's what it is like to be a cat.

Name: Marie Caley Flynn

Age: 16

Gender: female

Appearance: Marie has long, thick hair that falls down to the middle of her back. It is a dirty blond color that looks lighter in the right light and very dark, almost brown, in the wrong light. There is one stubborn piece that always hangs across her right eye. She has gray blue eyes that change hue depending on light. Her skin is very pale and she has a great complextion, hardly a blemish in sight. She has a very small build, only weighing about 110 and is only 5'2'. She has the Irish rosy cheeks and easily blushes.

Personality: Marie is more on the quiet side, but once you get to know her and befriend her, you'll wish she was as quiet as everyone thinks. She can ramble on for hours, getting destracted easily and starting on a new subject. Marie has very good senses and hears, sees, and smells things that others don't without really consintrating. She loves to smile, but doesn't often for reasons she doesn't really know. Marie is very understanding and she is the person you want to go to if you just need to rant and get everything off your chest. She is very good at keeping secrets too. She loves to be around guys because she likes to feel protected, which annoys her 'brother' to no end. Marie has this look about her that seems very fragile, and most of her friends and family are very protective of her. Although Marie normally doesn't mind, it also gets on her nerves sometimes. Marie is strong physically, but not so much emotionally, which is why her heart is the thing that needs the most protecting. Marie is also the most stubbon girl she have ever and will ever meet. She is very creative and clever and artictic but also is very active. She almost always runs and hardly walks anywhere.

Occupation: She works part-time at the local bakery and also volunteers at the local human society

History Marie had a pretty normal life. She was born an only child and has grown up in the country. She had always been the cute little innocent girl until she hit highschool where she gave her all to a boy. He left the school the next year, and basically told Marie that she was just a passing fancy and he never actualy meant to be with her forever. After that, Marie went through a tiny depression that lasted about a month before her friends pretty much forced her out of it. One of her clostest friends for as long as she can remember is Sam, who is like her older brother now. They are very close, but there is absolutely nothing romantical about their relationship. He actually lives with her because he had to get away from his parents when they were younger.

Likes: nature, drawing, singing, writing, smiling, animals, a good story, camping, the snow and cold, night, stars and the moon

Dislikes: heat, beaches, summer, the sun most of the time, snobby girls and guys

Accessories: Marie wears tattered, worn out, light wash jeans, a black long sleeved shirt with about a million tanks underneath for warmth, a dark blue zipper hoodie that is uaully tied around her waist, and a red vest just for skiing. She has brown boots lined with fur. She always wears a silver neckalce that is tight around her neck and has a pendant of the Celtic Knots. The only thing that she kept from her slight depression was the large amount of eye liner she wears that have actually dyed her long eyelashes black. A pair of dark blue gloves with a matching scarf, and usually has Sam's black gloves and scarf and hat because he refuses to wear them.

Other: nope

And cuz we need some guys.

Name: Sam Jason Pently

Age: 17

Gender: male

Appearance: Sam has dark brown, almost black hair that is shaggy and unkempt. Although it should, it never seems to hang over his eyes. His eyes seem to change color from day to day, sometimes more green and sometimes more blue. But they are always a mix of the two colors. His skin isn’t perfectly tan, but it can’t be described as pale either. His has the build of a foot ball player, broad chested and very tall, about 6’2”.

Personality: Sam is a very strong person, both physically and emotionally. He is good at locking up his feelings until the right time to let them out. He wants to know everything about every one of his friends, but doesn’t tell them much about his past. He is very protective over the ones he loves, especailly Marie who is pratically his little sister. He always tries to take on the position as leader, though he doesn’t always make the best one. He is rash in his decision making and sometime allows emotion to get in the way of his judgement because, although he keeps it lock up, he is a very passionate and emotional guy. Sam also feels like he must take care of everyone and is like a mother hen in that sense. He also doesn’t want Marie to see his flaws and hids all his mistakes from everyone.

Occupation: works at the local bakery. Marie was friends with the owner and got him the job, but he got her the part-time job after she turned sixteen.

History Sam had very irresponsible and young parents that would literally forget they had a kid. When Sam was 12, he moved in with the Flynn’s and they became like a family to him. It took until he was fifteen before he finally told Marie why he was living in the basement of her house. He wanted to protect her from the immoral part of the world. The Flynn’s paid Sam’s way through highschool, so he was always there to take care of Marie. He was trying to live the good life and start anew from his bad past, but it always seemed to catch up to him and soon the whole school knew all that happened to Sam. Sam came on the skiing trip because Marie really wanted to and also to escape from the glares and pity at school for a while.

Likes: being in charge, being able to protect and take care of those he loves

Dislikes: feeling weak, emotions, being trapped, not being able to do something

Accessories: Sam wears a long sleeved white shirt under a light blue t-shirt, dark wash jeans, and a dark blue hoodie. Has gloves and a scarf and a hat, but hardly wears them and gives them to Marie or someone else who needs them. Also wears white and blue tennis shoes.

Other: none that I can think of

Closest Pics I Could Find: http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs27/f/2008/043/c/8/Blond_by_hannaloch.jpg
http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs23/f/2008/014/1/3/Handsome_Lingers_On_His_Skin_by_amandascene.jpg

OOC: both accepted , thanks for applying , thats all we can take now!

Paige saw something she didn't notice before, and so did Constance. It seemed to be the form of a human being, but as it tried to get up, it fell back down again. Paige, being the sympathetic one, rushed over and crouched down to the person's level. It was a girl (Phoebe) and her brown hair was streaming down her face, somewhat wet from the snow. "H-Hello?" Paige whispered, hoping to see some sign of life. Paige called Constance over, and Constance, the unsensitive thing she was, picked up a stick and began to poke at the girl's shoulder. "Hey." the darker haired twin whispered to the inanimate form. "Anyone in there?" In disgust, Paige took the stick from her and threw it away. Constance gave her a look and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "What did I do?" Constance wiped the snow from the girl's frame, also hoping to see any shred of life, some snow catching to her black fingerless gloves in the process.

Serena had been about to go down the slop when the mountain began to shake. She knew enough that this was an avalange and began to panick. She looked back at the instructor with wide eyes. What's happening? she wanted to say, but when she opened her mouth, not one sound came out. She suddenly felt the ground fall from under her feet but she still couldn't say anything. Snow began to fill her mouth as it wrapped around her like a cold blanket but she couldn't move. Waiting in the dark, she wasn't sure if she was alive or dead untill she heard low murmurs.

Ooc:// Thanks. And you should take the (accepting) off the topic name so no one else tries to join.

Bic:// Marie had woken up to the sound of other voices. There was almost a complete layer of now on top of her, covering her from view of the others. She heard someone mention, leaving, getting out of this... cave? How'd she end up in a cave. Marie tried to yell out to them, to wait for her, but her voice was barely a whisper. As quickly as her sore muscles would allow, Marie sat up slowly and brushed the snow from her body. She wasn't far from the small group that she recognized as the skiing group she had been with that afternoon. She put a hand to her head, trying to stop the bounding of her brain. She groaned, "What happened?" She looked around at the barely familiar faces, not seeing the one she knew. "Where's Sam?" she asked, suddenly worried.

"Oh, just haning out over here," Sam said, sitting in a corner of the cave. He had moved over there in all the chaos of everyone else's injuries and such. He doubted if anyone had noticed he had made it through the avalanche. He had taken care of his nausea alone, and was starting to feel alot better. He smiled as he saw the relief cross Marie's face. He was just as happy to see her raise out of the snow, but covered with relief with a smile. "Glad to see you're alright."

Paige heard a faint whisper, then a voice from another corner of the cave. "Wait here with her." Paige ordered Constance. She nodded, and Paige left to check out the other two. She pursued the sound of the whisper first, since it sounded like it needed the most help. There she found a girl (Marie) with thick hair and pale skin. "Hey." Paige whispered back. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I didn't see you over here." Paige apologized. There wasn't much blood; only covering half her face. Snow was piled high on top of her.

Constance didn't hear the whisper, but she heard the loud voice. She figured that the girl she was looking after at the moment would say something if she needed help, so Constance, holding on to her fedora, walked on her hands and knees toward the voice. It didn't take her long to spot the boy with his raggedy hair the same color as Constance's. "You," she called, "Who are you?" she was obviously less comforting than her sister. Her motto is, You're either dead or alive, meaning if they're alive, no matter how hurt they are, she felt there was no need to talk to them like a lost kitten. That means there's no 'Aw you poor thing, will you be alright? Is there anything I can do?' No. No brown nosing in Constance's dictionary.