Post by Anwen on Oct 19, 2014 14:14:35 GMT -8
Let it go, let it go
Let the teardrops roll
Let it flow, let it flow
To the waterfall
Go, when you're low
To the land of hope
Where it's a holiday
You can stay you can stay
On the ocean's shore
You can breathe in the seas
When the desert calls
Take all the rain
Let the sunlight face you
When your life is gray
Leandra Schmidt is quite tall, standing at about 6 feet. Being a Kangaroo I.S, she has very long, muscular legs, and can jump much farther than the average human. She is somewhere around 18 years old. She does have an accent, being imported from the again penal colony of Australia. She often wears shorter skirts with short leggings underneath for mobility. Her bright blond hair flies everywhere and gets in the way of her grey-blue eyes. Above her eyes are extremely expressive eyebrows that wrinkle like a five year-olds when she's thinking hard. She wears blue much of the time, probably instinctively knowing what female kangaroos look like. Naturally, she also loves pockets. "A pocket for everything, and everything in a pocket." Is what she says when asked. She has very long lashes and they and her hair both have a slight curl. She has a smile that just radiates happiness. She often goes barefoot, but when she wears shoes, she wants comfortable ones she can kick off easily. She often feels as though she has a tail, but whenever she looks in a mirror, it's not there.
It's a lovely day
It's a lovely day
Heaven on the inside
Your soul is going to fly away
She seems like a happy go lucky extrovert to most people, never letting anything get her down. In fact, she is extremely good at keeping her PTSD hidden. She makes acquaintances very easily, though true friends are harder. Staunchly, she believes that a friend is someone you can trust to tell you what your doing wrong, and still hold you if you do it anyway and it all goes wrong. Loving to be around people, and longing to be near them, she attempts to make true friends, but has a hard time trusting enough to get close enough.
Let it go, let it go
In your hands you hold
Every load, every load
On the shoulder of tomorrow
Say you can say
On the wings of grace
It will lift of faith
I've got a pocket full of hope to hold
I've got a remedy to lift that load
This melody is meant to show
Its a lovely day
Let the teardrops roll
Let it flow, let it flow
To the waterfall
Go, when you're low
To the land of hope
Where it's a holiday
You can stay you can stay
On the ocean's shore
You can breathe in the seas
When the desert calls
Take all the rain
Let the sunlight face you
When your life is gray
Leandra Schmidt is quite tall, standing at about 6 feet. Being a Kangaroo I.S, she has very long, muscular legs, and can jump much farther than the average human. She is somewhere around 18 years old. She does have an accent, being imported from the again penal colony of Australia. She often wears shorter skirts with short leggings underneath for mobility. Her bright blond hair flies everywhere and gets in the way of her grey-blue eyes. Above her eyes are extremely expressive eyebrows that wrinkle like a five year-olds when she's thinking hard. She wears blue much of the time, probably instinctively knowing what female kangaroos look like. Naturally, she also loves pockets. "A pocket for everything, and everything in a pocket." Is what she says when asked. She has very long lashes and they and her hair both have a slight curl. She has a smile that just radiates happiness. She often goes barefoot, but when she wears shoes, she wants comfortable ones she can kick off easily. She often feels as though she has a tail, but whenever she looks in a mirror, it's not there.
It's a lovely day
It's a lovely day
Heaven on the inside
Your soul is going to fly away
She seems like a happy go lucky extrovert to most people, never letting anything get her down. In fact, she is extremely good at keeping her PTSD hidden. She makes acquaintances very easily, though true friends are harder. Staunchly, she believes that a friend is someone you can trust to tell you what your doing wrong, and still hold you if you do it anyway and it all goes wrong. Loving to be around people, and longing to be near them, she attempts to make true friends, but has a hard time trusting enough to get close enough.
Let it go, let it go
In your hands you hold
Every load, every load
On the shoulder of tomorrow
Say you can say
On the wings of grace
It will lift of faith
I've got a pocket full of hope to hold
I've got a remedy to lift that load
This melody is meant to show
Its a lovely day
(I fully expect this to not be replied to until at least a month from now) 