<a class="postlink" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l211/Waxman12/jessica-alba.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>name: Honey<br/>age: 18<br/>race:human<br/>bio. parents dead some how at the age of 16 and she been on her own since<br/><br/>Honey walked up to him on the stage it had been a long night and she finally just got done with her shift. She looked down at him and smiled "Those poems are amazing! You really must like the water. Although water is not all bad and cold since it the source of life and a new begining. It can be just like standing in the shower and letting it wash all your worries away feeling renewed after dealing with all the dirty and thing of the day. " she siad to him and she put a bottle of water next to him " My name is Honey you must be the new guy. Ummm... Erik was it? You know from what I heard and they way you say those poems you say them as if you lived through them like that you felt that pain and such." she siad to him as she sat next to him.