Post by elias johnathan dean on Sept 4, 2013 3:09:05 GMT -5
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weight: 165 LB
hair color: NATURALLY BROWN
eye color: BROWN
distinguishing features: SCAR GOING ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE TOP OF HIS HEAD FROM THE BRAIN SURGERY WHEN HE WAS HIT BY A CAR WHEN HE WAS 6. IT GOES FROM BEHIND ONE EAR TO BEHIND THE OTHER EAR.
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sexual orientation
HETEROSEXUAL
personality profile
interests
- Swimming
- The Piano
- Music
- Surfing
- His Mommy; she is his real first love.
- His Brothers; no matter how stupid they can be at times they will always be there for him and he will always be there for them.
- Musical composition and writing lyrics; though he isn’t going to tell anyone for now. It’s his dirty little secret.
- Vintage Cars and their engines.
dislikes
- Being treated like a child; ever since he can remember his brothers and mother have treated him like a little baby. He hates it.
- Being compared to his brothers; he is his own person and he doesn’t want to spend his life living in his brother’s shadows.
- Failing; he likes to get things right the first time. He is rather competitive when you can get him involved in a contest.
- Hospitals. He has been in them enough to learn to hate them.
- Judgmental or fake people
- Music out of tune. He can’t sing but the kid had perfect pitch.
the future
In all honesty, Eli isn’t sure what he wants to do. He wants to swim in the Olympics. He wants to climb Everest. He wants his music to not suck and have someone fall in love with it. He wants someone to fall in love with him. He wants to be something other than the baby Dean. He wants to travel the world and do the things he loves. He’s only 15 and isn’t ready to pick just one thing yet.
hobbies
- Writing and composing music whenever he is alone.
- Hanging with his bros.
- Playing the piano; it’s very relaxing.
- Talking to his mom on the phone or sending her updates asking for advice and letting her know about his life. (And the lives of his brothers. He is kind of the mole.)
- Hanging out with his friends and oddly enough his brothers friends at times.
- Chilling with Chester. His dog that he found abandonted as a puppy when he was 8. Chester is a slightly ragety looking Golden Retreaver. He is very protective of Eli and Jodi. Loved Carter and Ryan. And has a serious dislike for Brady. But that is what you get when you
fears & secrets
- Eli is terrified of death. His family seems to be cursed to die in tragic ways early in life. He knows it is ridiculous to be scared of something you can’t control but it causes him to not take unpredictable risks. He has watched too many of his family die or almost die to risk his own life.
- Eli’s biggest secret is his music. He as notebooks full of lyrics that no one has ever read and no one will ever read. He can’t help by right the words down and a part of him is ashamed of them. He also doesn’t think they are very good.
personality
Unlike his brothers before him Eli is both confident and quiet. He may not know completely who he will be, but he feels like he knows who he is. He isn’t’ afraid to be himself because it is the only way he will ever set himself apart from his brothers. Eli isn’t just another Dean boy. Eli is creative and smart and funny. He is a mama’s boy and proud of it. He talks to her every day by text or phone. She is his rock and greatest fan.
Eli can be quiet but he isn’t shy. He is really just one of those people that doesn’t see the need to be loud all the time (unlike Brady). He is social but doesn’t go out of his way to be everyones friend. If you are going to like him you are going to like him. And if you aren’t you aren’t. It is that simple. He doesn’t understand why some people feel such a need to be something they aren’t just so that they can be popular. If you can’t be yourself to be popular he doesn’t want to be popular.
Though he does like to go out he also likes to say in. He loves sitting at the piano and just paying randomness for hours. Just making up tune after tune. Or reading a book or watching a good movie. Eli likes to be around others but he really truly doesn’t’ have to be.
However, he is a completely different person when you get him home with his brothers and mom. He lights up and becomes this sweet happy sarcastic kid. He doesn’t like being the baby but he is when it is just him and his family. There is something different. Some kind of childlike hope.
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hometown
FT. LAUDERDALE, FLORIDA
parents
MICHAEL DEAN • PROSEUTER • DECEASED(38)
JODI (DEAN) CARRIGAN • JUDGE • LIVING
JODI (DEAN) CARRIGAN • JUDGE • LIVING
siblings
SIBLING CARTER JOSEPH DEAN• 18 AT TIME OF DEATH
BRADY AUSTIN DEAN • 18
Ryan Lee Ever Dean • 16
BRADY AUSTIN DEAN • 18
Ryan Lee Ever Dean • 16
status
Wealthy
history
Jodi Carrigan takes this odd amount of pleasure in telling the story of the day her youngest son was born. She always starts off by saying that she should have known from the beginning how weird the day was going to be. To start IT WAS a BRISK 68, which for Florida in June is very low. She had started off the day with a burst of energy and a need to make her 3 small sons pancakes. She fondly remembers her eldest, Carter, barely eating as he picked up every piece of food her youngest, Ryan, threw on the floor and her middle son, Brady, smiling happily and swinging his feet under the table as he stuffed his face. She will never forget the words that came out of that happy little face, “Mommy, do you think me and Jesse can play with my new brother when he comes today?”
Jodi couldn’t help but laugh. The hopefully last of her children wasn’t even due to be born for another 3 weeks. It was really funny how the mind of a small child could think about something so big so as something so small. She smiled and said the only thing that she could think of to say, “I don’t think he is going to be coming today but when he does and he is big enough for you to play with you and Jesse can play with him all the time.” Brady’s face looked confused as if the idea that his brother wasn’t coming today was so ridiculous that his mother couldn’t be right. He was positive that his baby brother was coming today and that was that. Looking back, Jodi should have listened to that little boy but she didn’t and because she didn’t the day just went spiraling from there.
The family, minus Michael Dean as usual, went to beach and enjoyed a day of sand and sun until Eli decided he had had enough. Jodi went into labor right there on the beach and after only 30 minutes in labor her 4th son was born in the back of a 1950’s roadster. A fact that to this day Jodi says set the stage for her son’s style and personality. Oh and his hair too. Seriously the kid almost has a pompadour.
Anyway, life went on. Michael Dean disappeared into his work and more than likely his secretary while Jodi and her boys lived happily at home. When Eli was 5 his mom went back to work as a lawyer. On his first day of school and her first day back to work Eli stood in front of the large stone building and clung to his mother’s legs balling his eyes out. He was the baby and he didn’t want to leave his mother. It took all Jodi had to get him in those doors. But with every passing day the transition got easier until he didn’t cling to her at all. Eli wasn’t the most social of students. He was actually quite shy, but he loved his teacher and she made school fun. She made him want to go every day and made him ready to keep going the following year.
When Eli was 6 his father took him to swimming as a favor to Jodi. You really shouldn’t take your kids as a favor, but Michael’s work was his family and his family was his work. This is what made it so unsurprising when Michael going a call from work and complete forgot that his son was even there. Eli was a runner. He would see things and chase after them. On this particular day he saw a rather sweet looking kitten run past him as his dad talked away on the phone. He looked up at his father and knew from experience that when Daddy was on the phone you didn’t talk to him. Eli ran out into the road chasing after the kitten with his head down towards the pavement and no way of knowing what was coming. The car hit the small boy at 10 MPH. It doesn’t sound like much but even at that slow of a speed the car did some serious damage. Eli crumbled under the weight as his small body was scooped up onto the hood of the car and the right side of his face went colliding with the hot metal sheet. The car screeched to a hault and the driver ran out in terror screaming for the boy’s parents to show themselves. Michael almost didn’t notices and if the driver hadn’t have yelled he probably wouldn’t have.
Eli was rushed to the hospital with a fractured skull and pelvice, a few broken ribs, and a large amount of scrapes and cuts all over his body. He was out for weeks in a medically induced coma as they worked to fix his little body and save his life. Every day his mother and brothers would spend by his side wiaitng for him to wake up and waiting for him to get better. Doctors would come and talk about what was going on nd every time they could tell there was little hope, but Jodi refused to give up on her baby. She refused to give him up and let the havens take his young soul.
Eventually Eli recovered and things slowly but surely went back to normal. Thanks to his mother he kept up in school and the following year he went back and joined his class. All through the rest of elementary and middle school Eli remained as the quiet, but nice, awkward kid. He wasn’t popular and when it came to his teachers he had long been labeled by the legend of his older brothers. A fact that Eli grew to hate more and more every year. He wasn’t his brother and he didn’t want to be lumped in with them as if they were all the same person. This probably the main reason that Eli became the way he is.
At the age of 8 Eli found a small puppy left alone on the side of the road. It was crying and sad. Eli picked it up, stuffed it in his backpack and brought it home. He named the dog Chester and for the next month hid him in his room. The only reason he even told his mother was cause Carter found out and told him he had to. After that Chester just became anouther member of the family.
Years past and Michael became more and more distant from his family. Jodi barely allowed the father of her sons around Eli after the car accident. So when Michael died of a heart attack when Eli was 10 Eli didn’t think twice. He had barely known his father as more than the man that lived with them. He had never had any kind of paternal bond with the man and as far as Eli was concerned he got all the love he needed from his mother. Eli went to the funeral and watched his brothers and mother cry, but his cheeks stayed dry. Everyone said it was because he was too young to understand, but Eli was smart. He understood that death was the end. You lived and then you died. He was never going to get to see his father again and somehow that was okay. He had never really seen his father while he was alive so what would him dyeing make things any different. Eli felt more emotion as he watched each of his brothers leave at the end of the summer to attend Brentwood then he did at the death of his own father.
In the blink of an eye 3 years past and just as Eli stared getting ready for 8th grade tragedy struck. The boy that had grown to be the patriarch of their family died. Carter had been texting and driven his car into a tree. Eli took this hard. Carter had been the one to stand in and be the father that Eli never really had. Carter was the one that knew how to make him laugh when mom was at work and he was sad. Carter was his biggest brother and the one that all of the Dean’s relied on. There really was no way to say if the family would survive but somehow they did.
The following year Ryan went to Brentwood and Eli was left alone with his mother. He had always been the baby and that meant that she treated him like it. He didn’t normally like being treated like a little kid but when it came from his mommy he was okay. Over the course of the rest of that year he and his mother became closer than they had ever been, and they were pretty close to begin with. Ryan was the quiet one and Brady was the crazy one and without Carter, Eli needed someone to talk to. So, as you can guess Jodi became that person. She became not only his mother but his friend and confidant. She finally got to see Eli for the kid he was outside of his brothers. She got to see the creative, kind, smart little boy that she had raised.
By the end of the summer of 2012, Eli had a whole new look that fit him more than anything he had ever looked like. His mom had spent all year helping him find his style and self so that when he went to Brentwood he would be ready. And maybe this time he could be Eli instead of one of the Dean boys.
Eli’s first year was pretty good as far as freshman years go. That was until family tragedy struck again. It really did seem like the Dean’s couldn’t get a break. Only two years after the death of Carter, Brady was hospitalized for an overdose. Unlike with their dad where he didn’t feel anything or Carter where he was just in shock, With Brady Eli was both confused and angry. He had always known his brother was a little wild and crazy but he never really thought that something like this would happen. Sure the family hadn’t had the best luck and he really should have known that something bad was bound to happen at any moment. They were due of course. For Eli his brothers, even Brady, were on a bit of a pedestal for the kid. He had always thought of them as smarter than that. They were not close to perfect, but he was the baby of the family and everyone above him was perfect in their own way.
Over the next few months Eli didn’t speak to Brady at all. That was until the holidays when he was forced to put up a pretense for his mom but she knew. She knew there was something wrong. Eli was just so angry. Their mom had lost so much. Why would Brady who cared about her more than any of them be so stupid? Eli didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. All he could think was of what would have happened to her if Brady had died. It would have killed her and he didn’t know if she was really strong enough to come back from losing two of her boys. But something in the universe was almost determined to make this happen.
About 8 months after Brady’s turn down stupid lane, Ryan was the next to almost die. It was now official that all of the Dean boys had had some kind of death or near death experience. Ryan went out to see his secret visiting girlfriend at 5 o’clock in the morning and the two of them crashed his bike. They were both hurt pretty badly and they almost didn’t make it. Both flat lined and were brought back. The entirety of the Dean clan plus some showed up at the hospital and unlike with Brady Eli was nothing but scared. He was so worried that He would see the pain that had been avoided all those months ago. He and his family had lost so much they couldn’t let anything else be taken away. But through it all Ryan and Niya survived.
Summer went on and before they knew it school was starting again. Despite all the trails in his life Eli has made it to his sophomore year at Brentwood. He may not know what new drama was to come, but he was ready to once again face the world and have another great year.
Jodi couldn’t help but laugh. The hopefully last of her children wasn’t even due to be born for another 3 weeks. It was really funny how the mind of a small child could think about something so big so as something so small. She smiled and said the only thing that she could think of to say, “I don’t think he is going to be coming today but when he does and he is big enough for you to play with you and Jesse can play with him all the time.” Brady’s face looked confused as if the idea that his brother wasn’t coming today was so ridiculous that his mother couldn’t be right. He was positive that his baby brother was coming today and that was that. Looking back, Jodi should have listened to that little boy but she didn’t and because she didn’t the day just went spiraling from there.
The family, minus Michael Dean as usual, went to beach and enjoyed a day of sand and sun until Eli decided he had had enough. Jodi went into labor right there on the beach and after only 30 minutes in labor her 4th son was born in the back of a 1950’s roadster. A fact that to this day Jodi says set the stage for her son’s style and personality. Oh and his hair too. Seriously the kid almost has a pompadour.
Anyway, life went on. Michael Dean disappeared into his work and more than likely his secretary while Jodi and her boys lived happily at home. When Eli was 5 his mom went back to work as a lawyer. On his first day of school and her first day back to work Eli stood in front of the large stone building and clung to his mother’s legs balling his eyes out. He was the baby and he didn’t want to leave his mother. It took all Jodi had to get him in those doors. But with every passing day the transition got easier until he didn’t cling to her at all. Eli wasn’t the most social of students. He was actually quite shy, but he loved his teacher and she made school fun. She made him want to go every day and made him ready to keep going the following year.
When Eli was 6 his father took him to swimming as a favor to Jodi. You really shouldn’t take your kids as a favor, but Michael’s work was his family and his family was his work. This is what made it so unsurprising when Michael going a call from work and complete forgot that his son was even there. Eli was a runner. He would see things and chase after them. On this particular day he saw a rather sweet looking kitten run past him as his dad talked away on the phone. He looked up at his father and knew from experience that when Daddy was on the phone you didn’t talk to him. Eli ran out into the road chasing after the kitten with his head down towards the pavement and no way of knowing what was coming. The car hit the small boy at 10 MPH. It doesn’t sound like much but even at that slow of a speed the car did some serious damage. Eli crumbled under the weight as his small body was scooped up onto the hood of the car and the right side of his face went colliding with the hot metal sheet. The car screeched to a hault and the driver ran out in terror screaming for the boy’s parents to show themselves. Michael almost didn’t notices and if the driver hadn’t have yelled he probably wouldn’t have.
Eli was rushed to the hospital with a fractured skull and pelvice, a few broken ribs, and a large amount of scrapes and cuts all over his body. He was out for weeks in a medically induced coma as they worked to fix his little body and save his life. Every day his mother and brothers would spend by his side wiaitng for him to wake up and waiting for him to get better. Doctors would come and talk about what was going on nd every time they could tell there was little hope, but Jodi refused to give up on her baby. She refused to give him up and let the havens take his young soul.
Eventually Eli recovered and things slowly but surely went back to normal. Thanks to his mother he kept up in school and the following year he went back and joined his class. All through the rest of elementary and middle school Eli remained as the quiet, but nice, awkward kid. He wasn’t popular and when it came to his teachers he had long been labeled by the legend of his older brothers. A fact that Eli grew to hate more and more every year. He wasn’t his brother and he didn’t want to be lumped in with them as if they were all the same person. This probably the main reason that Eli became the way he is.
At the age of 8 Eli found a small puppy left alone on the side of the road. It was crying and sad. Eli picked it up, stuffed it in his backpack and brought it home. He named the dog Chester and for the next month hid him in his room. The only reason he even told his mother was cause Carter found out and told him he had to. After that Chester just became anouther member of the family.
Years past and Michael became more and more distant from his family. Jodi barely allowed the father of her sons around Eli after the car accident. So when Michael died of a heart attack when Eli was 10 Eli didn’t think twice. He had barely known his father as more than the man that lived with them. He had never had any kind of paternal bond with the man and as far as Eli was concerned he got all the love he needed from his mother. Eli went to the funeral and watched his brothers and mother cry, but his cheeks stayed dry. Everyone said it was because he was too young to understand, but Eli was smart. He understood that death was the end. You lived and then you died. He was never going to get to see his father again and somehow that was okay. He had never really seen his father while he was alive so what would him dyeing make things any different. Eli felt more emotion as he watched each of his brothers leave at the end of the summer to attend Brentwood then he did at the death of his own father.
In the blink of an eye 3 years past and just as Eli stared getting ready for 8th grade tragedy struck. The boy that had grown to be the patriarch of their family died. Carter had been texting and driven his car into a tree. Eli took this hard. Carter had been the one to stand in and be the father that Eli never really had. Carter was the one that knew how to make him laugh when mom was at work and he was sad. Carter was his biggest brother and the one that all of the Dean’s relied on. There really was no way to say if the family would survive but somehow they did.
The following year Ryan went to Brentwood and Eli was left alone with his mother. He had always been the baby and that meant that she treated him like it. He didn’t normally like being treated like a little kid but when it came from his mommy he was okay. Over the course of the rest of that year he and his mother became closer than they had ever been, and they were pretty close to begin with. Ryan was the quiet one and Brady was the crazy one and without Carter, Eli needed someone to talk to. So, as you can guess Jodi became that person. She became not only his mother but his friend and confidant. She finally got to see Eli for the kid he was outside of his brothers. She got to see the creative, kind, smart little boy that she had raised.
By the end of the summer of 2012, Eli had a whole new look that fit him more than anything he had ever looked like. His mom had spent all year helping him find his style and self so that when he went to Brentwood he would be ready. And maybe this time he could be Eli instead of one of the Dean boys.
Eli’s first year was pretty good as far as freshman years go. That was until family tragedy struck again. It really did seem like the Dean’s couldn’t get a break. Only two years after the death of Carter, Brady was hospitalized for an overdose. Unlike with their dad where he didn’t feel anything or Carter where he was just in shock, With Brady Eli was both confused and angry. He had always known his brother was a little wild and crazy but he never really thought that something like this would happen. Sure the family hadn’t had the best luck and he really should have known that something bad was bound to happen at any moment. They were due of course. For Eli his brothers, even Brady, were on a bit of a pedestal for the kid. He had always thought of them as smarter than that. They were not close to perfect, but he was the baby of the family and everyone above him was perfect in their own way.
Over the next few months Eli didn’t speak to Brady at all. That was until the holidays when he was forced to put up a pretense for his mom but she knew. She knew there was something wrong. Eli was just so angry. Their mom had lost so much. Why would Brady who cared about her more than any of them be so stupid? Eli didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. All he could think was of what would have happened to her if Brady had died. It would have killed her and he didn’t know if she was really strong enough to come back from losing two of her boys. But something in the universe was almost determined to make this happen.
About 8 months after Brady’s turn down stupid lane, Ryan was the next to almost die. It was now official that all of the Dean boys had had some kind of death or near death experience. Ryan went out to see his secret visiting girlfriend at 5 o’clock in the morning and the two of them crashed his bike. They were both hurt pretty badly and they almost didn’t make it. Both flat lined and were brought back. The entirety of the Dean clan plus some showed up at the hospital and unlike with Brady Eli was nothing but scared. He was so worried that He would see the pain that had been avoided all those months ago. He and his family had lost so much they couldn’t let anything else be taken away. But through it all Ryan and Niya survived.
Summer went on and before they knew it school was starting again. Despite all the trails in his life Eli has made it to his sophomore year at Brentwood. He may not know what new drama was to come, but he was ready to once again face the world and have another great year.
the puppeteer
your alias
KATE
time rping
OH DEAR. 9 YEARS I THINK.
how did you find us
CAUTION
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A thread from MRO for the character of Kate Finch-Hatton –
Kate lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Outside the rain pounded down on the glass of her large bedroom window. It was another dreary day in England. It had been just warm enough for a lull in the snow so the rain could leave a sheet of ice over the ground for the days to follow. Kate felt like it was oddly appropriate for her mood. She found herself wondering, as she often did, what rain felt like. Rain had always been one of those things that her mother would never let her play in. Ever since she was small and they determined she was like her father she wasn’t aloud out in bad weather. And ever since she was small she had wondered what they would feel like falling down onto her skin. Would they melt and steam or would they be painful? Kate would never know. It had been engrained into her head that they would make her sick or kill her, and that was enough to keep her inside.
But today was different. Today, Kate couldn’t feel anything. She had seen her mother lowered into the ground no more than 24 hours before and now she was beginning to feel the numbness set in. It was like her mother had been more than just her mother. She had been her tether to the world, her rock. Kate was surrounded by people who loved her but without her mother she couldn’t feel them. It was like the fire inside of her was slowly going out.
Kate sat up and looked to the window and watched the droplets fall. It was at that point she made a decision. She stood and walked out of her room. Her house was warm and safe, but right now Kate didn’t feel safe. Her world was falling down around her and she needed to do something.
All that could be heard was the tapping of her bare feet on the wood floors. At first they were slow and steady. Then they started to get faster as she began running though to halls.
She breathed heavily as she stood in front of the large wooden door that separated her from the outside world. She tentatively grabbed the handles and throw the doors open, causing a loud bang to echo through the entrance hall. Kate didn’t care if anyone hear her or tried to stop her. She had made up her mind and there was no changing it.
She could see the rain falling in sheets and pounding the gravel path. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she walked out into the cold. Her lungs filled with the winter air and stung her core.
It tickled at first as the droplets cascaded down her arms and legs. And then there was nothing but pain. Pins and needles, like a million daggers coming down on her skin at once, falling onto her bare arms and legs and feet. She raised her face to the heavens and took it all in. She breathed through her mouth, letting in the droplets, opening her eyes and watching them fall. Then the pain subsided and her body cooled and she once again felt nothing.
Kate’s breathing became more erratic and shallow, as her temperature lowered and her heart slowed. The longer she stood in the rain the harder it became to breath, until she couldn’t anymore. Her eyes closed as she fell to the ground and all of a sudden all the pain she had been feeling was gone, and she was at peace.
Kate lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Outside the rain pounded down on the glass of her large bedroom window. It was another dreary day in England. It had been just warm enough for a lull in the snow so the rain could leave a sheet of ice over the ground for the days to follow. Kate felt like it was oddly appropriate for her mood. She found herself wondering, as she often did, what rain felt like. Rain had always been one of those things that her mother would never let her play in. Ever since she was small and they determined she was like her father she wasn’t aloud out in bad weather. And ever since she was small she had wondered what they would feel like falling down onto her skin. Would they melt and steam or would they be painful? Kate would never know. It had been engrained into her head that they would make her sick or kill her, and that was enough to keep her inside.
But today was different. Today, Kate couldn’t feel anything. She had seen her mother lowered into the ground no more than 24 hours before and now she was beginning to feel the numbness set in. It was like her mother had been more than just her mother. She had been her tether to the world, her rock. Kate was surrounded by people who loved her but without her mother she couldn’t feel them. It was like the fire inside of her was slowly going out.
Kate sat up and looked to the window and watched the droplets fall. It was at that point she made a decision. She stood and walked out of her room. Her house was warm and safe, but right now Kate didn’t feel safe. Her world was falling down around her and she needed to do something.
All that could be heard was the tapping of her bare feet on the wood floors. At first they were slow and steady. Then they started to get faster as she began running though to halls.
She breathed heavily as she stood in front of the large wooden door that separated her from the outside world. She tentatively grabbed the handles and throw the doors open, causing a loud bang to echo through the entrance hall. Kate didn’t care if anyone hear her or tried to stop her. She had made up her mind and there was no changing it.
She could see the rain falling in sheets and pounding the gravel path. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she walked out into the cold. Her lungs filled with the winter air and stung her core.
It tickled at first as the droplets cascaded down her arms and legs. And then there was nothing but pain. Pins and needles, like a million daggers coming down on her skin at once, falling onto her bare arms and legs and feet. She raised her face to the heavens and took it all in. She breathed through her mouth, letting in the droplets, opening her eyes and watching them fall. Then the pain subsided and her body cooled and she once again felt nothing.
Kate’s breathing became more erratic and shallow, as her temperature lowered and her heart slowed. The longer she stood in the rain the harder it became to breath, until she couldn’t anymore. Her eyes closed as she fell to the ground and all of a sudden all the pain she had been feeling was gone, and she was at peace.
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