forum Overturned

Started June 03, 2018 by @Natasha

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Name: Paige Turner
Age: 15
Appearance: Light blonde hair, curly/wavy at the ends. Usually braids it. Blue eyes, athletic build, tan.
Personality: Up and down. Very competitive
Tragedy/Accident: Entering rp with it. All you need to know is that she's a die heart jock.
Wearing: Avengers tee, black jeans, converse
Other: jock, as previously stated, and mega fangirl. Fandoms: Avengers, Star Wars, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Divergent, Secret of Moonacre, Miraculous Ladybug. She stands up for others and her beliefs, but she won't defend herself. She sings and plays the piano, and she's on the field hockey team. She's played field hockey for 3 years and softball for 9, but she's better at field hockey and is thinking of quitting softball. A competitive, tense athlete. She also works in a library after hockey/softball practice and on weekends. She's got a lot on her plate and she's kinda stressing out over it all.

( Alright, with the character I used I didn't actually plan on writing too much emotional struggle with her. I suppose the point of this rp should have been made clear in the first post, but maybe I jumped to conclusions. Upon rereading the intro, I suppose I got my introducing role play incorrect, so I apologize for that. Either way, I don't think I could bring myself to conflict my character's personality using an rp that contrasts her person. Anyway, thank you and happy role playing! )

(Aww, okay. Bye.)

BAI!

"Margot! Come quick!" Margot hears her mum call. She sighs, puts her wig back on and walks inside. "You don't have leukemia anymore!" Margot's mum says as her and the rest of the family bombard Margot with hugs.
"That's great," Margot replies, faking her happiness and smile.

"Margot! Come quick!" Margot hears her mum call. She sighs, puts her wig back on and walks inside. "You don't have leukemia anymore!" Margot's mum says as her and the rest of the family bombard Margot with hugs.
"That's great," Margot replies, faking her happiness and smile.

Paige listened. Tweet! The sharp blast signaled the next start of the game after she'd scored the goal. She lifted the ball into the air and carried it on her stick. She let it drop and dribbled around the defenders, waiting for her teammates to get up and open for a pass.

It happened so fast.

A stick hooked around her ankle. Pain shot up her leg. She sprawled on the ground, turf beads flying into her mouth. She hit her head. Sparkes crackled in her brain.

Dark.

Paige woke up in a hospital bed. People surrounded her… or the room was empty. Her breathing sped up.
"She's awake!" someone yelled. White lights surrounded her. Her head felt sharp and fuzzy.

In five minutes Veda was out the door and heading to the animal shelter her grandma had said was near their house. It was a lot more difficult when she was in a wheelchair.