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  <title>Ophelia Dearborn</title>
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    <email>badfairy@gmail.com</email>
    <name>Ophelia Dearborn</name>
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  <updated>2009-06-27T02:31:17Z</updated>
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    <title>obeyme @ 2009-06-26T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-27T02:31:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-27T02:31:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Russell]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to do something for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Russell]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my shift tonight, I won't have to work again until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use some fun.</content>
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    <title>005 - Good times</title>
    <published>2009-04-22T06:31:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-22T12:20:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Monday was pretty fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Nell]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did you have a good time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Huh? &lt;i&gt;Huh&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest, because I'm gonna drag you to the next party they have if you weren't miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Nell]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also....Happy Birthday, you crazy bitch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:obeyme:1683</id>
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    <title>004 - I want to party...</title>
    <published>2009-04-19T08:27:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-22T12:19:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[The Band]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you guys planning on having your next big party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/20 falls on a Monday, which sucks, but...that's never stopped you guys before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know, because I'm bringing a friend that I want you all to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you better fucking be nice, or I'll kill you all. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Band]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>003 - Easter</title>
    <published>2009-04-13T02:07:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-13T02:22:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it's Easter today, Sundays are the fucking &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt;. Nothing is ever open, and then on Mondays I know I have to work, and school starts up again tomorrow, and...&lt;i&gt;FUCK SUNDAYS&lt;/i&gt;. I'm fucking exhausted, and it's not even 10 o'clock yet, and I'm not &lt;s&gt;drunk or high&lt;/s&gt; doing &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;, and I'm cranky because I had to spend time with my Mom's stupid-ass family all day. The only good part about today was that I got a lot of shit from my parents, like a new TV, and a Blu-Ray player, with some movies. Fallon gave me a bruise for Easter, but what the fuck else is new? We played nice while we were around family, but then we got into some stupid fucking fight over...hell, I can't even remember, and she shoved me into the wall, and I hit my back on a shelf. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to get out of my apartment, after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, we'll be over it by tomorrow, and then we'll fight about some &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go watch something, actually. Not like I've got anything better to do. I'm too tired to actually go out and look for a good time.</content>
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    <title>002 - Fusion</title>
    <published>2009-03-25T00:46:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-13T02:22:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u154/mmmsodreamy/Ophelia/Untitled-1copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bitches and assholes had better show up this Saturday! I'll be behind the bar, but I may wind up roaming around, since I need a scenery change every now and then so I don't get &lt;i&gt;bored&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't ever &lt;i&gt;been&lt;/i&gt; to Fusion, it's a club...but it's also a lounge area, for people who aren't into the whole club scene, or are tired from dancing, but still want a place to hang out and get fucking trashed. The music from the club plays through the speakers in the lounge, so it's not like you don't have anything to listen to. Live bands usually play in the lounge, when we have them, so there's a stage and shit, but the DJ is always set up next to the dance floor in the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be 18+ to enter, 21+ to drink...obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions? :)</content>
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    <title>001 - STFU LMFAO</title>
    <published>2009-02-16T00:21:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-16T00:21:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the fuck &lt;i&gt;up&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; in Miami trick. I swear, if I have to listen to that God damn song one more time, I am going to attack Brandon. He thinks it's funny to play it twice in a row, just to piss me off. The crowd doesn't mind, because they're all too wasted to notice, but seriously...I may have to tell him to stop that, unless he wants me to throw an empty Bud Light bottle at his head. He thinks it's funny when I get mad, and he even asked me out the other night. Or, well, he said 'you should come back to my place, and I'll show you a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; Miami trick'. See, he's from Miami, so he thinks he's being &lt;i&gt;clever&lt;/i&gt;. It just made me 'accidentally' spill a Vodka and Cranberry all over his crotch, when he tried to lure me to sit on his lap. I hate that he's so God damn hot, because it'd make it &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much easier to hate him. And then he goes and buys me drinks, so there's also &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; perk. Fucking guys, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go out and buy another pair of shoes, later. There were these adorable yellow and pink striped pumps at the mall the other day, and I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to take a trip?</content>
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    <title>obeyme @ 2009-02-13T04:13:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T09:33:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T13:13:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini-Application/Introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Ophelia Laine Dearborn&lt;br /&gt;Age: 22&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Bartender/Waitress at &lt;i&gt;Fusion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;Affiliation: Unaffiliated&lt;br /&gt;Power: Persuasion&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: Violet&lt;br /&gt;Preferred Type of Toothpaste: Crest Expressions Citrus Splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family: Caden Dearborn [father]&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Dearborn (nee Liamson) [mother]&lt;br /&gt;Fallon Dearborn [adoptive sister]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief History: Growing up in the Dearborn household wasn’t a necessarily easy thing for the second adopted child of Caden and Charlotte. It was only 3 years after they adopted their first child, Fallon, did they decide that they wanted another child; a sister for their darling daughter. Ophelia Laine was the child they chose, a beautiful baby girl with large blue eyes, who had been placed in the orphanage after being taken away from her mother, who had been arrested due to drug related charges. Her father wanted nothing to do with her, and soon she was put up for adoption. The Dearborn’s took their new baby home, placed her in her crib, and fawned over her…that was, until Fallon caught their attention. The older girl didn’t like being ignored, and would do all that she could to catch their parents’ attention; especially their father. He practically ate out of her hand, and Charlotte couldn’t stand it. She hated that he went off to play with their daughter, and she was left to do everything else. It only got worse, when Ophelia was old enough to try to compete for attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time, the two girls were rivals, but when they got older and were in high school, they became extremely close. It was a little bit scary, actually. Neither one of them is shy, or has a filter, so when the two of them got together it was like a nightmare. Most of their friends were kind of scared of them, but they were totally wrapped around the girls’ fingers. They would say ‘jump’, and people would ask ‘how high’. Fallon was more frightening than Ophelia, since the younger of the two was someone who enjoyed going out to clubs, and dancing, and just having a good time. People made the mistake of thinking she was all bark and no bite, but after a few choice words and maybe even a knee to the groin, they knew better than to mess with her. Besides, she’d just sick Fallon on them if they really got her riled up. And &lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt; wanted that. Ophelia is actually the person responsible for cleaning up any mess that her sister makes, because she’s the only person Fallon trusts enough to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia did rather well in high school, but usually fell asleep during classes because of her late job. She had gotten a fake I.D., and applied for a waitress position at the local club and lounge, &lt;i&gt;Fusion&lt;/i&gt;, when she was only 16 years old. She had sneaked in a few times with her friends, and had gotten the job after flirting with one of the managers. It was a tactic she used quite often, to get her way. After high school, she kept her job at the club, but would get another job during the day time as a per diem bank teller. This allowed her to go to college during the day time, and keep her other job. It was actually &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; of her night job that she found out about her powers. She had been in the bathroom, and was applying some lip gloss, when a drunken mess of a girl stumbled next to her. Lia raised a brow, and then snorted before looking back to the mirror. The girl caught the noise, and became defensive, yelling at Ophelia, who remained unaffected. She actually laughed. “Do everyone a favor sweetheart. Don’t go back inside. &lt;i&gt;Stay right here, in the bathroom&lt;/i&gt;…it’s where pieces of shit belong. You’ll feel right at home.” Giving her a wink, she turned around and walked back inside…but wasn’t followed. A few hours later, she went back into the bathroom, and saw the girl just standing there, in the same spot, looking bewildered. She had listened? Interested, Ophelia stepped closer, and told her to stand on one leg. She did. She also wound up clucking like a chicken, and touching her nose. Eventually, she told her to leave, and was left alone to try and figure out what had just happened. No one could be drunk enough to do all of that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told Fallon about everything…which might have been a big mistake, because at one point, when Lia was extremely angry at her sister, she told her that the only thing she was allowed to say was her own name until she apologized for setting one of her possessions on fire, because she flirted with her boyfriend…who broke up with her that day. Fallon wasn’t happy when she realized she couldn’t speak, and attacked Ophelia until she told her she could speak again. To this day, Lia still has scars from Fallon’s rings. It wasn’t &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; fault that her sister was single…sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia uses her powers often, but is careful to not be excessive in case she gets caught. The last thing she needs is people knowing she’s…persuasive, and then avoid her. That wouldn’t be very much fun at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Excuse the shitty history...I wrote it at 5:00 am.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief Description of Power Capabilities: If Ophelia tells you to do something, you are going to &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; it. You don't have a choice. She can whisper into your ear, and demand you to jump up and down on one foot, singing the Boy Meets World theme, and you will.</content>
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