dillon, marlo ridley, mortal - hunter

hello whoever you are, it's nice to meet you ,
the pretty lady is Marlo Dillon

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I can be so mean when I wanna be
I am capable of really anything
I can cut you into pieces


the games are just beginning , ready love ,
smalltown homecoming queen , she’s the star of this scene

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” HELLO DARLING,JUST WHO MIGHT YOU BE?”
Hm, my name is Marlo Ridley Dillon. It doesn't have a particularly great flow to it, but there you have it. People usually call me Ridley or Riddler, but I'll answer to most things. My dad and my brother Rhys call me Sparrow. Marlo's kind of a shitty name. I was probably named after Marlo Thomas. Christ, it sounds like a... dog's name or something.

” "THE YOUTH THESE DAYS, JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU AGAIN?"
I'm nineteen, in my senior year here at LAPA. I know I look older than that. My brother does too. I don't really have a good explanation for you. My family has a tendency to age quickly. My cousin is twenty-four and he looks forty, he's already starting to go grey. It's nuts. I was born on December 26th, so most people go Boxing day shopping and buy me the cheap leftovers for gifts Joy of joys..

”SO YOUNG ! ... BUT YOU'RE SO CUTE , DONT YOU THINK SO ?”
Sure I think so. I'm fucking adorable. Stormy eyes, wavy brown hair, curvy figure-- what the hell else could you want? I'm the full package baby. I have a few scars, but most of them are faded or under clothes. I have one little one across the bridge of my nose where I fell and hit my face on a coffee table, but you can hardly see it any more. I think my appearance works for me. I don't think that being an ugly bitch works out for anyone. If you're going to have an ugly personality, you need to be beautiful on the outside.

all they ever talk about is you kid ,
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her

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” "SO ... WHAT KINDS OF THINGS ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?""

killing. history. ice. men with muscles. making girls cry. olives. new shoes.
black tie events. cold weather. red. charcoal etchings. being in charge. money.

” "GEEZE ... ANYTHING YOU DONT LIKE ?""

pansyasses. love. being touched. summer. bikinis. being inferior. waiting.
religious people. country girls. blondes. babies. shadows. scene kids. girls.


” "KAY LETS GET TO THE GOOD STUFF , JUST WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF ?""

Nothing. I'm afraid of nothing. If anything, things are afraid of me. I have concerns though, if that's what you mean. I'm concerned about the death of my father, or losing my brother. I'm concerned about trying and failing. I'm concerned about being held captive or not having any control over anything.

For several years I've had this odd, recurring dream. My brother and I are walking around in a forest. It's evening and there's snow everywhere. We're following a trail of blood. It's just drops, but they're wide and thick, laying on top of the snow. Our clothes are torn and tattered, but for whatever reason, we need to find the source of that blood. We follow it into a sort of clearing with two trees from either side arched to meet in the middle, and where they meet, two bodies are tied together, dripping blood into a puddle in the snow. We move closer, and the bodies are ours... and then I wake up.


”HYPOTHETICALLY, IF YOU WERE HARRY POTTER, WHO WOULD YOUR
AMORTENTIA LOVE POTION BE *WINK* ?""

I don't believe in love, and you're probably thinking that I just say that to seem cold and distant so that I can be lured out of my shell by 'true love' or some bullshit like that, but the truth is, people don't love one another. They're selfish bastards, and they don't want to care about others. They just want someone around to witness their failures and triumphs, to pick them up when they're down, to fix what they can't. They just want someone to remember them. Romantic, right? I don't need someone to do that for me, and I don't want someone. I'll sleep with anything pretty, male or female, but I don't want a relationship. We do it shirts on, lights off, no talking, and I'm in charge. That answer your question?

"AND TELL ME , JUST WHAT DO YOU DESIRE ? I'M A GENE YOU KNOW"

I'd like to get rid of the shadows. I'd like to find a way to keep more of the little buggers from popping up. I'd like a house on the beach and a great dane. I think that's about it. I don't think much about the future, I'm more of an... 'in the moment' kind of woman.



you talk about it but we'll make it happen ,
I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else

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"YEAHH ... I'M NOT REALLY ... BUT WHERE ARE YOU FROM?"

I'm from Dawning. I've lived here my whole life, and so have my parents, and so have their parents. My dad still lives in Dawning, so do my aunt and uncle. My cousin is away at university in Michigan, and my mom's family is still here, but they don't talk to us any more. Not that they did much to begin with. There's not a whole lot interesting about my family. I'm not related to anyone famous or anything. We're pretty normal.


"*COUGHS* SO ... SHAPESHIFTING EH ?"

It's a crock of shit. Everyone turns to the shadows eventually. Everyone's weak, it's only a matter of time before they show it. There are very few shapeshifters I trust, but when they start to show that weakness, I won't hesitate to turn around and kill them. It may seem harsh, but it's for the sake of everyone else. I'm a protector. I come from a long line of hunters on my dad's side, and both my parents were, but I think my brother and I are the harshest hunters still alive. I don't mind it. We do what has to be done and we do it well. So suck on that.


"WHAT IS YOUR FAMILY LIKE ?"

My family is... small, to say the least, but I love them. People on my mom's side hate us because we're all hunters, and they're all guardians, so they don't really talk to us. And my dad's parents are dead, so it's just me, Dad, my twin brother, my aunt and uncle, and my cousin. Thanksgivings are quiet, but I like it this way.
My brother is at La Ames Purdes with me, and we do almost everything together. I like having him around. He looks out for me, I look out for him. I don't need anyone else as long as he's around.
My dad is really strong. He's my idol. My mom died giving birth to my brother and I, so he had to raise us on his own. He did a good job, I think. He's just so strong and so smart, he could fix anything.


"AND JUST WHERE WERE YOU BEFORE LA AMES PURDES ACADEMY ?"

My aunt homeschooled me and my brother. She used to be a teacher, but she's retired so she taught us pretty much everything we know while Dad was at work. he's a firefighter. Before La Ames Purdes Academy, we were... two tweens running around Dawning, kicking ass and taking names. My best friend Trevor was usually with us. He was an avian, and he was gorgeous. The three of us were like the three musketeers. We were amazing. He came to La Ames Purdes with us and I was so excited to have him in the same school. We dated for our entire freshman year, and we were almost at our second anniversary when his dad died. That... that sucked. A lot. The man drank himself to death, it was awful, and Trevor was the one that found him.
Trevor... was never the same after that. He was moody and violent and pissy all the time. And I had to do it... I had no other choice. He made me do it. We were sitting in the common room, just hanging out. I was doing schoolwork, Rhys and Trevor were talking by the fire. I wasn't really paying attention, but things were fine and then they started yelling. They were both on their feet and being angry and they started in on each other. Trevor shoved Rhys, he shoved Trevor, and then... things just got out of hand. I put myself between them to try to make them stop, and one minute Trevor was reaching past me to grab for my brother and the next... the next, my pen was in his lung.
So that was the end of Trevor. Needless to say, we disposed of the body and we never spoke of it again.
Are we finished?


COME OUT COME OUT WE SEE WHO YOU ARE ,
I'm in the business of misery , lets take it from the top

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and you all know Ms Willow of seventeen
came to play. Don't underestimate her; she found us
floo powder one way or another.
Only way to talk is list AIM (willowwtf),
but watch out -- she's got Jimmy Connell on her side
what's worse is that she loves her some Oliver & Co.

// well look at that !
someone's been accepted ,

so
willow is effin pro
willow is simply amazing
willow is always making hxc characters
willow is deff 'nuff said >:] end of the story yo