Love For Sale (Open)

(meh...fst tpc... im dng ths 2 annoy beya...)
(Hahaha... I hate typing like that... : I Anyway, anyone can join if they want. It's open, so just PM me if you want to.)

Name: Mackenzie (Mac for short) Ashton
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 5 '7"
Weight: 116
Eye Color: Dark Grey
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Color: ...Pale-ish?
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Race: Lycan
Personality: Very independent. She's used to looking out for herself, though at times she's sensitive. She's polite to everyone, even if she's familiar with the person.
Other: She ran away around her Freshman year in High School because of some things that she doesn't talk about much. She ended up living with her great aunt in Pennsylvania, until she graduated high school and left. She works at a bar now, earning money to pay the rent. She's currently working on getting enough to go to college.

Name: Aileen Christie
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Witch
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Color: Pale with freckles
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 110#
Personality: Chipper and perky most of the time, but deadly serious when she needs to be. Very passionate about her religion and her heritage.
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(Awww, she's so cuuute~~~)

Mac was running, again. Across gravel roads, filled with dimly glowing rocks that reflected the light of the spray painted stars in the sky. She wasn't breathing heavily, even though her feet rolled quickly across the uneven grown with a strong steadiness. Weariness did not echo through her bones as she pumped her muscles, straining forward.
Mac was humming, again. A slightly broken lullaby streamed in and out of her lips, as if the volume were being turned up and down. She didn't know what song she was singing, but it felt all too painfully familiar to her. Like something pulled right out of a reoccurring dream; she wished she could remember the words.
Mac was changing, again. Her feet kept moving forward, but her spine arched backwards like that of a bow. Her arms dangled in front of her, suspended by invisible puppet strings. Her head bowed with her, like a cat stretching from a long nights' sleep. Soon she was plummeting towards the ground, then just before the crash, spiraling back up.

Mac was an animal, again.