~Ariel~

[Rusalka]

~Ariel~

Deep in a bunker underground
There is a voice that makes no sound
Invisible words explode with scorn and
Silently stir up the howling storm

Ariel there was a fire in your house they say
And now your bedroom is all up in flames
There was a fire in your house they say
They say you've been dancing with the devil

You lay the arrow on the string
And throw the sand into the wind
Every grain bursts into flame
And the wind blows it back again

Ariel there was a fire in your house they say
And now your bedroom is all up in flames
There was a fire in your house they say
They say you've been dancing with the devil

Ariel has disappeared
How could she be so damn naive
Dancing with the devil
Maybe the devil took her
Or maybe she just chose to leave
Dancing with the devil
Ariel there was a fire in your house they say
And now your bedroom is all up in flames
There was a fire in your house they say
They say you've been dancing with the devil


Name: Alexis Moore
Age: 16
Personality: She's a shy girl, who keeps mostly to herself. She will speak and stand up for herself, though. She'll tell you what's on her mind sometimes, if it's really serious. Otherwise, she just keeps it to herself.
Bio: Her father disappeared before she was born. She hasn't met him since. She doesn't really care, though. Her mother is always dating someone new, and she says it's a new one every week. She has yet to get a step-father, but she doesn't really want one. Even though she needs a father figure, even if she doesn't know it.
Appearance:
She's 5'3 and weighs about 110 lbs.

Name: Diana Capricious
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: Diana is a quiet young woman. She's reserved. She's burning up inside, but she keeps her face straight and numb. She fails to see the point in bothering to feel anything. It's all been too painful and pointless. She's fed up with that, and so she's hardened herself. In the same instance, she's anxiety ridden, and so it's been easier to withdraw from society than explain why.
Bio: Diana's mother passed when she was rather young, and she now lives with her father. It was a very sudden death. She doesn't ever talk about it. In fact, she's shut herself out of that part of her life. She separates herself into the girl she was and the girl she is now, as if they are different people. Her father remarried eventually, but the marriage isn't stable. They fight often, and their anger at each other will sometimes get directed at Diana. They'd never lay a hand on her, but they unknowingly abuse her with their words all the same. Her stress over this causes her to engage in OCD esque habits such as pulling her hair out, and counting floor tiles. She feels she might explode without them.
Appearance:
Other: N/A

[Rusalka]

Diana stood at the other end of the hallway staring at the open door to her AP English classroom.With each child that passed over the doorway, her

breath got heavier. She worked hard to conceal it, pushing her fear back underneath 'pull one hair, pull two, pull three...'. She took a step forward, looking down at her feet. She counted the tiles as she stepped over them 'one, two three, four, five, six tiles across the hallway. As she stepped into the carpeted room, her head snapped up. She surveyed the room a moment, deciding where she should make her place. She settled on a seat at the front of the room. There were no more in the back, and no one ever wanted to sit in the front anyway. In the front she could hear the teacher, and not the other kids. In the front she could pretend she was invisible, even if she wasn't. It would be okay.

Diana stared ahead of her, cold-faced. It had been a bad morning. She'd given in and pulled a lot today, leaving little

piles of hair in all her classes. Her fingers tugged at the ends of her sweater sleeves, stretching them, but it kept her relaxed and stone faced. She sat there, screaming inside, but completely still.. like always.