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Aurélie Saint-Pierre


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a character in “A Chance Soul”, as played by Horseygirl







Half Swedish, half French

Female one

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Joana Gröblinghoff


    Dance ||
    She is an amazing dancer. What she doesn't have the courage to say outloud, she says through dance.

    Soothing ||
    Rorie has the uncanny ability to soothe people around her. Wether it's one of her friends that's gotten all worked up, or a hysterical stranger.

    Music ||
    She plays just about every instrument out there. Given that she doesn't forget anything, she learns how to play new instruments very quickly and masters them quick after.

    Biting her lip ||
    When Lily is nervous, she tends to bite her lip, or the inside of her cheek. If she's really nervous, she can bite right through the skin. She's done it before.

    Blurting random facts ||
    Whenever there is a lull in conversation, especially with someone she doesn't know really well, she gets nervous and blurts out a bunch of random, although usually interesting facts. Or at least she thinks they're interesting.

    Excuse her French ||
    Rorie speaks English, French, and Swedish. When she's upset she lapses into Swedish, and when she's excited or nervous she lapses into French. She doesn't notice when this happens, and Pascal now picks up most of what she says now.


    Horses ||
    Her cat ||
    Learning new things ||
    Dancel ||
    Music ||
    Making people smile ||
    Warmth ||
    Helping people ||

    Arrogance ||
    Feeling alone ||
    Rude people ||
    Bitterness ||
    Silence ||
    Upsetting others ||
    Attention being brought to herself ||

[list]⌘ Being hated ||
Drowning ||
Never being loved ||


Shy | Gentle | Self Destructive | Lonely


Aurélie is a very shy girl, who is clearly uncomfortable in her own skin. She is very gentle, but often seems somewhat uncomfortable when being spoken directly to. She is always very kind, it just takes her a while to be entirely comfortable with someone. She warms up slowly, like the blooming of a flower. It may take a while, but soon she will be completely open. She gets very flustered very easily, especially around someone that she doesn't know very well. She is very kind and gentle, but it's best to take your time when trying to get to know her. She sometimes pushes people away, without meaning to.

Once you get to know her, which few people have, she is lovely to be around. She is warm, gentle, and caring. She worries about everyone around her, and puts everyone else's needs above her own. She is very laid back aswell, making it difficult to get her wound up or angry. She has never been in fight, and wouldn't dream of trying to intentionally get someone worked up.

While Rorie is very kind to others, she is merciless to herself. She has never felt what it's like to be loved, and has hardly even had friends. It's hard for her to open up, so she spends a lot of time with only herself. And she can't stand herself. She nitpicks and blames herself for every little thing that goes wrong. She tries intensely hard to make herself better. She starves herself to be prettier, cuts herself to punish herself. she can't view anything that she's done as good or perfect, and she gets no praise from any other people. And since she is so unused to being complimented or praised, when she is she grows rather uncomfortable and unsure of how to respond. She wants to be proud of herself and be happy, she jus doesn't know how.

But her true calling in life is to help other people and make other people happy. She tries to help people without them knowing, so as to keep attention away from herself. If she sees someone struggling to pay a bill or something, she will anonymously pay for it or leave them money. She wants to make people happy, but she doesn't want to bring any attention to herself. She is uncomfortable with too much attention, given that she's not used to it.



So begins...

Aurélie Saint-Pierre's Story


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{Umm… What. }

Warmth. A calming, radiating heat that was far from uncomfortable. And considering that was the first thing Dustin felt, he almost fell right back asleep. It was just so soothing, his heavy eyelids didn’t want to obey his commands. Once he managed to get them open, his gaze swept the room, and he realized he had absolutely no idea where he was.
Dustin shifted slightly just to confirm that he was indeed on a bed in someone’s room. But who’s room?

He thought back to last night, just to see if he could recollect what happened exactly. It was hard to remember; everything was hazy. Dustin remembered the bone-chilling cold that the heavy rain has inflicted upon him. Water had soaked through his clothes and he hadn’t known where he was going. He could barely see. But he could feel her. He had to find her before it was too late. In his haste, he stumbled onto a main road. The sounds of horns flooded into his ears the moment before he was launched backwards. A driver hadn’t noticed the man haphazardly crossing the street in the downpour and hit him square on. The driver was obviously concerned, and he rushed out of the car to see just how hurt the person he hit was. But, to his surprise, there was no one there. Dustin had darted out of the street and limped to a nearby alleyway. Before he could even assess his wounds, the world began to fade. He lost consciousness merely moments later.

So that would be a no. He has absolutely no idea where he is. It was then, the moment he took a deep breath, that he felt a weight on his chest.

Dustin lifted his head up, just his head, and noticed that there was someone there with him. Or more importantly, practically on top of him. Am… Am I shirtless? Is this… normal? He thought back to all of the shirtless men he’s seen in his short lifetime and came to the conclusion that it was normal for men to sometimes not wear shirts, though it was apparently not common for women. Odd… He dropped his head back down onto the pillow.

Inhaling sharply, Dustin winced at a searing pain in his ribs. Gingerly and slowly, as not to wake the girl on top of him, he reached down to his side. Before his fingers even made contact with his bare abdomen, he felt something very soft and fuzzy. What is… Once again lifting his head cautiously, he saw a ball of white and grey fur pressed against his side. Letting out a sigh and deciding not to question it, he simply let his head fall back.

It then hit him like a ton of bricks. The reason why he was so comfortable and content right now… why this aura that engulfed him felt so familiar… Oh my… This isn’t a joke, right? It was her. Her. How could he have been so lucky?

But… this wasn’t normal. Was it? Dustin may have been stripped of his shirt, but he was still wearing his damp pants, which was definitely getting uncomfortable. He couldn’t move though because he might wake her up… Should he wake her up? Dustin bit his bottom lip, wondering what he should do.

Well one thing he knew was that his soaked shorts were annoying yesterday, and he wanted to get out of them as fast as he could. So he gently wormed his arm, which was behind her, up just enough so that he could tap her shoulder.

“Umm… Miss? Aurélie?” Dustin shook her as lightly as possible, hoping he didn’t startle her.


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Aurélie was snuggled up against the stranger she had brought home last night, completely unintentionally. She had gotten him in to her bad and stripped him of his shirt so she could tend his wounds, and she had been waiting for him to wake up. She had fallen asleep, and her head had fallen upon his chest. She had managed to clean and wrap his wounds, which had been pretty bad last night.

She was so warm and comfortable, she hadn't even felt him wake up and move around. Her head was on his bare chest, his arm under her and one of her arms on his chest beside her face. His steady heartbeat soothed her, and their breathing was in sync. She was so comfortable, and she had no desire to get up any time soon.

“Umm… Miss? Aurélie?” Aurélie let out a gentle sigh as she was woken up, and her bright blue eyes fluttered open slowly. Still half asleep, she snuggled up against him further and gave him a light kiss on his neck. "Morning, Liam." She sighed, assuming it was her on again/off again boyfriend.

Within a few seconds, she woke up fully and realized that this was not Liam. This was some stranger that she had found in an alleyway and dragged home. Her eyes flew open, wide as ever, and she jumped back. She was blushing very darkly. "O-oh, dear!! I'm so sorry, I was half asleep and I thought you were someone else!!!!!" She blubbered, putting her hands up to her burning cheeks.

She quickly stood up, and stepped back. She was still blushing. "I'm so sorry. . . do you need anything? Water? Food?" She looked down, as her little cat stretched and hopped up into his lap. She rubbed up against him, purring and looking for attention. "Fleur!" Rorie cried, embarrassed once more. "Leave him alone. Venez ici." She called to her cat, who meowed softly in protest and continued to rub up against him.

"Sorry about her. I hope you're not allergic." She dared to glance up at him, still blushing slightly with a very shy look on her face. "I'll fetch you some water. Hold still, you don't want to open up your wound again." She murmured gently, as she quietly turned and left the room.

She returned within a few minutes, with a glass of water that she handed to him. She shyly sat down on her bed next to him, and bit her lip. "U-um, do you mind if I check your side? You wouldn't want it to get infected." She murmured, fiddling with her necklace nervously. She glanced down at her arms, realizing that the thin scars that were littered there were clearly visible. Blushing again, she quickly jerked down her sleeves and grew rather flustered again.


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{Oh. Well this is… awkward. }

"Morning, Liam."

“Liam?” Dustin cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her as she kissed the side of his neck.

Suddenly, Aurélie leapt back and away from him. He resisted the urge to jump up with her; he hoped he hadn’t scared or accidentally hurt her. Before he could even utter an “Are you alright”, she started talking again.

"O-oh, dear! I'm so sorry, I was half asleep and I thought you were someone else!"

“Ah, don’t worry. It’s alri-”

"I'm so sorry... do you need anything? Water? Food?" Dustin stared at her for a moment, blinking slowly. It was as if he was reading her, which he was to an extent.
Just as Dustin opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted again.

"Fleur! Leave him alone. Venez ici." Dustin had sat up by now, and her little kitten had hopped into his lap. The small animal had begun to rub up against his stomach, as if craving attention.
"Sorry about her. I hope you're not allergic."

“Ahh, its quite alright. She’s pretty… cute.” He spoke slowly, as if searching for the right words.

"I'll fetch you some water. Hold still, you don't want to open up your wound again."

Dustin watched with increasing curiosity as Aurélie walked out of the room to go get him a glass of water. He came to the conclusion that she tended to talk very fast when she got flustered. As he waited, he turned his attention the… Fleur. He was stroking her ears, enjoying the feeling of her fluffy fur.

“Do you only speak French? Bonjour, petit chaton. Vous êtes si mignons.” He picked her up and held her so they were face to face as they spoke. She mewled in response and his eyes lit up happily, even though the mewl was probably only in response to the fact that she didn’t like being held that way. He plopped her back in his lap and began to stroke her again. As she began to purr, he made a similar noise in response; a deep, rumbling sound coming from deep in his throat.

Dustin looked up as Aurélie came back into the room. He took the glass of water and drank the entire thing in one long sip. “Thank you.”

"U-um, do you mind if I check your side? You wouldn't want it to get infected."

Dustin stiffened. If she were to check the wound, she would find that it was completely closed and all that remains of it would probably be a large bruise on his side. He swallowed hard. “Urm, no, I… I think I’m fine, really.” He looked down at Fleur again and busied himself with petting her. He quickly changed the conversation subject. “Your name is… Aurélie, right? Well, my name is Dustin… Dustin Connolly.” Dustin practically flinched. It sounds like cannoli… smooth one.

“Um… Do you have any spare pants I could borrow?” Dustin shifted on the bed, knowing that where he was sitting would probably be a wet spot from his damp pants.