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" The carousel never stops turning ... You can't get off" . #alicegrey

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Sobre mí

Si usted esta leyendo esto, es por que no es analfabeta. Mi nombre es Alice, mejor dicho seudónimo  Lo escogí viendo Pandora Hearts, un animé. Si tiene dudas con mi apariencia haga click aquí (Esa imagen no se aleja tanto de la realidad)

Un día tuve un sueño que me dejo en shock y me dí cuenta del poder de la mente, era un sueño que de una manera metafórica describía mi vida. Después cada vez más escribía me daba cuenta de que más reflejaba mi vida en mis letras. Por eso decidí mostrarle al mundo mi novela llamada Abvril, y quiero agradecer a las personas que confiaron o me ayudaron a que alguien leyera esto, aun que esa persona decidiera considerarla la peor novela jamás escrita. 

El libro el reflejo de mi personalidad en cada uno de los personajes, principalmente en Grace. 

Este es mi pequeño pedacito de mundo en el que me puedo desahogar y sacar todo lo que tengo en mi, ya que tengo la certeza de que quedaré en el anonimato. Mi otro objetivo, aparte del que mencione es no defraudar a las personas que confiaron en mí cuando otros ni hicieron el intento. A 4 maravillosas mujeres 

"Y Con estas vagas palabras escritas por una escritora que espera no caer en la mediocridad que este maldito mundo nos intenta someter, inició mi carrera como escritora".

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Back in Black || Alice & Dean

A woman lays motionless on the cold hardwood of the townhouse, a halo of congealing blood staining the plush white carpet. Her arms stretch out, frozen by rigor mortis. Just beyond her reach, a ball of splatter spaceship pajamas engulfs the second victim, a young boy clutching at a stuffed bear.  Their crime? Driving a lost homeless teen to the nearest bus station.

Alice Grey doesn't exist; not really. With no family or documentation of birth it’s as though she was brought forth from the ground of her own being, sprung asexually from the corners of the earth. She’s a shell of a human hiding in a sea of faces. Alice knows this, she knows she should care about those who raised her, she knows she should be thankful to those who hid her, those who died for her, but her insides feel like they've been scooped out and all she can manage anger.

Moving through the shadows of a darkened suburbia with practiced grace, Alice turns down a long hidden alley. Clad in a black combat suit and work boots, with a thin sword strapped to her back, she seems surreal anomaly amongst the white picket fences and sidewalk chalk drawings. Her face is ordinary and forgettable, but the way she carries her slender body tells a different story.  Black hair drawn into a red bow, ragged scars running wild along her pale skin, tattoos of symbols long lost, Alice is a soldier of a war, marching in time to the beat of a drum only she can hear.

Body aching from weeks of bench beds, poor food, and running, Alice pushes the thoughts of her pressures from her mind, focusing solely on finding a place to sleep. Cutting up the driveway of an abandoned house, she hopes for a few hours rest.

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Life has really pulled me away from this account and I feel like I've disappointed all of you. I'm so sorry, one day I'll be back and have time for Alice. She never leaves and constantly asks to come back and run free. As a token of my appreciation for not abandoning me, my awesome friends and followers, here is me reading out one of my first Alice short stories I wrote.

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Hello I'm Sparrow Holmes... is there anything I can do for you?

Turning to meet the other girl's glaze, Alice adorned a small polite smile. "You wouldn't happen to know this area well, would you? I'm rather lost, and am not sure where to go..."

Raven black hair loose and tumbling down her shoulders, Alice looked rather young, but confidence radiated off her slender body.

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a-clean-shot started following you

Staring at the man with keen interest, Alice raises a slender eyebrow. "Who might you be?"

[marching-to-the-sound-of-iron]

alicegrey started following you

Good evening miss.  Who are you?

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Lust, Pride, Envy

IC:

Lust- I don't really find any one person attractive. I find little quirks that make a person unique attractive. 

Pride- I'm pretty good with a sword the scars left from the days when I used to cut.

Envy- I wish I was better at controlling my powers. I refuse to use them until I'm sure I won't hurt anyone else.

OOC 

Lust- When someone understand my book/movie references. Nothing is more attractive than people quoting my fandoms.

Pride- My glasses.

Envy- Managing my anxiety.