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Amanda & Co | Sam 15 Avr - 4:05

Amanda J. Argent FT. Emily VanCamp
Amanda est une jeune femme courageuse, attachante, charmante, aimable, adorable et qui a une forte personnalité. Elle ne renonce devant rien et est toujours sur d'elle.
29 ans
Echangé à la naissance
Hétérosexuelle
Célibataire
Organisatrice d'évènements
Heart attack
Amanda à toujours contacte avec Alison, sa meilleure amie qui l'aide à surmonter toutes ses épreuves et son lourd passé. toujours contacte avec la famille Kennedy, plutôt une bonne relation. Mais Amanda c'est forgé un cœur de pierre, limite un cœur d'acier, suite à la perte de son bébé, qui à été très dur et restera marqué à vie. A présent aujourd'hui elle à peur de s'engager à nouveau, d'aimer quelqu'un, de former une famille avec. Cela va t-il changer ? Va t-elle un jour trouver la bonne personne ? former une famille ? apprendre à aimer à nouveau ?
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Re: Amanda & Co | Sam 15 Avr - 4:09
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Kamryn E. Kennedy
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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


Natasha L. Kennedy
Echanger à la naissance
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
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Re: Amanda & Co | Sam 15 Avr - 4:09
BOYS


PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
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Re: Amanda & Co | Sam 15 Avr - 21:12
MA GRANDE SOOOOOOEUR JE VEUX MON LIENS
et qu'on voit un peu ensemble (sur Discord si tu veux)
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Re: Amanda & Co | Sam 15 Avr - 21:18
Avec grand plaisir :)
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Natasha L. Kennedy
Tragi-comédie.

J'ai débarqué à Londres le : 14/01/2017 et j'ai déjà raconté : 1413 mensonges. On me dit souvent que je ressemble à : Lauren Conrad. rides et tu dois savoir que je suis : en couple depuis très peu de temps. C'est encore assez nouveau pour moi. J'ai luté tellement de temps contre mes sentiments, contre ce que je ressentais pour Liam qu'aujourd'hui, j'ai du mal à réaliser, qu'il n'y a plus lui et moi, mais qu'il y a bien nous.
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« Et oui, le passé c'est douloureux. Mais à mon sens, on peut soit le fuir, soit tout en apprendre. » - Rafiki dans Le Roi Lion

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Avatar et image de Signature : @Laure (moi) ◈ Code de Signature : XynPapple (Codeuse) de PRD ◈ GIF de Profil : Printerest

◈ Histoire de Natasha

Natasha est née le 1 février 1988, dans l'un des hôpitaux de la ville de Londres. Natasha et une autre petite fille sont nées le même jour. C'était également le jour d'un grand drame. Un bus scolaire a eu un souci et n'a pas pu redémarrer au niveau d'un passage d'un train, et s'est fait percuter par ce dernier. Le jour de la naissance de la petite fille était aussi pour la ville le jour de l'un de ses plus grands drames, un drame qui reste gravé encore de nos jours. Dans la précipitation, les sages-femmes n'ont pas regardé et ont reposé les deux petites filles qui étaient nées avec peu de temps de différence. Malheureusement, les deux enfants ont été intervertis. ◈ En 1995, Natasha vivait dans une famille qui n'était pas la sienne depuis plus de sept ans maintenant. La petite fille avec qui elle a été échangée a eu un grave accident et s'est transpercé un rein. Elle avait donc besoin d'une greffe de toute urgence. C'est là que ses parents aidés par le médecin en charge de son cas, commencèrent à chercher la vérité. Ils regroupèrent les informations, de ces deux petites filles nées à peu de temps d'intervalle. Ils finirent par retrouver la trace des parents de Natasha et la femme qui avait toujours considéré Natasha comme sa fille donna l'un de ses reins pour sa fille biologique. ◈ Natasha a rencontré celui qui allait devenir son mari alors qu'elle était encore une lycéenne. Ils se sont rapidement mariés peut être trop d'ailleurs.Alors que Natasha était tout juste en première année de licence de psychologie, elle tomba enceinte. À la naissance de ses jumelles, quand elle venait tout juste d'avoir 22 ans, son mari commença à se montrer très distant. Au fil des mois, c'était de pire en pire. Mais tout ne s'arrêta pas ici, son mari commença à se montrer violent envers elle. La première fois, c'était une gifle, mais cela s’accéléra et rapidement, il la rua de coup. C'est ainsi qu'elle comprit, qu'elle devait fuir pour protéger ses filles. Une longue procédure de divorce commença alors qu'elle n'avait pas encore 24 ans. ◈ Natasha habite depuis plusieurs années dans un appartement avec ses deux filles. Natasha a fait des petits boulots avant de trouver il y a quelques mois une vraie place de psychologue, une place dans la brigade des mineurs de Londres.


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Re: Amanda & Co | Dim 16 Avr - 11:33
Ne m'oublie pas

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Parfois j'ai encore du mal à réaliser qu'il n'y a plus seulement toi et moi, mais qu'il y a nous. Si tu savais comme je t'aime, et comme je suis heureuse d'avoir enfin eu le courage d'assumer ce que je ressens pour toi.
•• AMAARANTH ♫♪
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Re: Amanda & Co | Dim 16 Avr - 12:06
Jamais ! <3
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Re: Amanda & Co | Lun 17 Avr - 14:56
Je peux ?
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Re: Amanda & Co | Lun 17 Avr - 17:33
Bien sur oui tu as une idée ?
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Re: Amanda & Co | Lun 17 Avr - 18:04
Bah pas du tout, pour quoi faire mdr
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Re: Amanda & Co | Lun 17 Avr - 20:49
Parle moi rapidement de ton personnage Wink
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Re: Amanda & Co | Lun 17 Avr - 21:05
On vois sur Discord ? je vais pas polluer ta fiche avec ma vie Wink
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