daddy daughter time ( willow )

[BROOKS, LEON]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/2ith7iu.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]Sometimes, Leon couldn't help but wonder that if, in trying to be the best father to his little girl, he was ending up further towards the worst. He was well aware of his perhaps over-inflated sense of paranoia over his daughter's safety as a free shifter hiding in plain sight. Every morning he took her to school, and every afternoon he picked her up. He was wary of her spending extended time at anyone else's house, particularly if she didn't seem to know them as well as he might like. And -- as he'd been informed by his best friend slash shifter doctor extraordinaire -- shifters had urges to shift, and although he trusted Willow he couldn't help but wonder if taking her out on extended trips was the best idea. Besides, he had a business and his home slash shelter to run. The two of them didn't leave their property particularly often. Kids needed to be out and exercising and seeing the world. Willow understood her predicament well, and took it all in stride; but her father had doubts as to how content she could really be. Fresh air was something that any reasonable person craved every now and then. A couple weeks ago, Leon had vowed to find a way to spend time with his daughter outside of their Lower Banks home. Then came the promotions for Octoberfest, and he knew he had his winning ticket. It would be good for the both of them to relax and enjoy themselves at a festival. So it was that the two-member family had parked their car and entered the social ruckus of the festival. By now, they'd been there for a good couple of hours: they'd hit some rides (Willow more than he, though he did make a noble effort to test his limits and bear with her on some of the more questionable ones), grabbed a bite to eat at one of the restaurants, and gone back for a few more rides. Leon, for once, seemed to be able to throw most of his caution to the wind and let himself have a good time with the girl. If she was enjoying herself, then he was making darn sure to return the gesture. Mid-afternoon found them wandering past the rides and munchies to the attractions. The large midway led to haunted houses, halls of mirrors, the bright colors of a circus tent on the other side of the field. It was impressive how all-out the city had gone to put the festival together. It felt like half the city was crammed into the massive open space. The man gave it all a good visual run-over before looking down to Willow at his side and flashing her a smile. "So," he inquired curiously, "see anything you want to go check out?" Today, she was the boss; he was merely tagging along as the willing adviser. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[BROOKS, WILLOW]

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[STYLE=width: 360px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.8; background-color: #ffffff; color: #666666; border-left: 2px solid #595454; margin-left: 40px; border-right: 2px solid #595454; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 2px solid #595454;]    █ FOR A GIRL OF ONLY SEVEN, Willow had quite a few problems she had to deal with. First off, she had to be more responsible than girls of her age, at least, she believed so. That would be the best after all, and she had seen way too much to be anything else. Whenever she could though, she always snuck in her own fun time where she could just be herself, doing whatever she wished to do. Which was usually playing around outside by herself and climbing trees so she could be high in the air. She couldn't fly, after all, something she really wished she could do. But she had to be grown up for her father. Secondly, she couldn't shift. She was a shifter, after all. And shifters were illegal, so if she were caught, she would be taken away from her daddy and bad things would happen to her. She didn't like that, and she wanted to stay with her dad, so she wouldn't ever shift. It was too dangerous, and she had been a shifter for a while now. She didn't want to put that stress on her father, he was too important to her, and he was so nice. So if she couldn't shift. . . then she would deal with it. Though sometimes it got hard at school when someone was teasing her and she got upset, or something. But today was a day of fun! Her daddy had taken her to a carnival! She'd never been to one, and so far it was so fun! There were so many colorful lights and so many tents and rides. There was a Ferris Wheel that reached so high into the sky she wondered if you could see the ocean from it. Oh! And there were SO many people! She'd never seen so many before in one place! Not even at school! She wore the brightest grin on her face that she could, staying close to her dad but skipping ahead every now and then to look at something that particularly interested her. "Daddy daddy look!" seemed to be the most frequent thing to come out of her mouth as she tried to literally pull him over by the pants leg to many of the attractions. She wanted to go on everything with him! He wouldn't ride some of them, which made her pout, but she got over it once she was on them. Eventually she calmed down long enough to listen to him and she looked up at him pondering. She saw a Merry-Go-Round with flashing lights and pretty white horses not too far away that drew her attention. "Can we ride on that?" she asked pointing at it happily. There were so many things that the little girl wanted to do!

Who Is That Girl I See,

Staring Straight Back At Me?

[BROOKS, LEON]

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[BROOKS, WILLOW]

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[STYLE=width: 360px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.8; background-color: #ffffff; color: #666666; border-left: 2px solid #595454; margin-left: 40px; border-right: 2px solid #595454; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 2px solid #595454;]    █ WILLOW WAS SO HAPPY THAT HER father had taken her to this festival. It wasn't every day she got to come to one, and if she had ever been to one before, she really couldn't remember. But this one, she wouldn't ever forget! She was going to remember this event for the rest of her life! This wonderful happy moment with her father. Not only was it so much fun, and had so many opportunities for fun, but it was a moment that she could spend with her father, and she loved this moments. She loved her father quite dearly and couldn't imagine how she'd ever live life without him. It was too scary to think that way so she stopped. Every time that she caught him taking a picture when she looked over at him from the ride, she gave a big wide smile and waved. Pictures meant more memories for her to remember. And she would make sure to have her daddy give her the camera later so that she could take a picture of him! Oh oh! Or have one of the staff at the carnival take a picture of both of them! They needed a picture together! She would have to remember to remind him at some point. So many things to do! She was determined to draw a grin out of him too. Every now and then she thought she almost saw one, so she made a promise to herself that she would make him grin and laugh. To see him grin and laugh. . . that would beat every ride in this place. When he said he was going to go on the Merry-Go-Round, she let out a squeal of delight and danced over to it. She was giddy when they stepped onto the metal floor of the Merry-Go-Round and moved over to one of the white horses with a pretty looking saddle. "This one!" she said, taking a few moments to scramble and manage to climb up onto it. She felt so tall and giggled looking at her father. She pouted though at him, and pointed to a horse beside her with a pink saddle. "Come on daddy! You have to ride a horse too!" she insisted stubbornly. "It's part of the fun! You'll only have half fun if you don't ride one!" She gave a serious nod of her little auburn-blonde head. She wasn't going to give up on that, she wanted him to ride on the horse too! He wasn't too big, the horse wasn't too small. And there was a free one right there!

Who Is That Girl I See,

Staring Straight Back At Me?