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Francine (Franny) Gender:  Female Sexuality: Straight Class: Scout Age: 19. Weight:  131 lbs Birth date: May 15 Height: 5'6" Background Information Francine grew up in a rather large family, with four brothers and another three sisters.  Her father was a hard worker, and coached a baseball team, thus introducing Franny to the sport. She also took Gymnastics and track. Family and History background: Birthplace:  South Boston Occupation: Scout Hair style:  Short, Mildly messy when down. Short bangs, when on the battle field, she tucks her hair under her hat. Eyes: Dark brown or Black. Body:  A little bit chubby, but none the les

Alright So, When the Pandemic of organ failures started, The world went into chaos. They shut down /Everything./ There was no way in or out. Eventually, The continent of North America found a way to stop these, and restarted, with Rotti Largo as their leader. Now, while all this was happening, The rest of the world slowly died out. In England, babies were being born with a certain immunity to the Epidemic. As their past relatives died, they had forgotten The early twenty first century. Since mostly everything was destroyed, they looked for everything they could. What did they find? A book on the victorian era. They assumed it was were they w

Left behind With these words, Trying not to cry. Calling out his name Starting to wonder Why Why I even believed He could fall In love with me. Now I’ve learned my lesson, Now I’m back at start, Holding my broken heart. The sands of time Are running out, And all I can do is Wait. Wait for the day, That he loves me back. Even if that means, My heart will have to Crack.

Rainy Days and Sunday Mornings, Spending them with you,  Enjoying every minute, Loving them and you. Please don’t push me away, Please don’t fade to black, Keep me here and breathing, Awaiting for your leaving, To find a better girl. I know I’m not the best, I know It will be hard, But just don’t leave me here to die. Why can’t we just stay here, You and I? Bad days and Bloody Mondays, Spending them with you, Wandering why, I’m loving them and you. I want to draw you closer, I want to love you more, I want to keep you here, In my shattered Mirror, This, my twisted life. I know I’m not