<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Lana Meyer </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Ghost ' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/ef83644e-b81e-4c18-a36f-83c777a6137e_zps8d502a8f.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lana took her rifle and got up. Sam had said the right thing, better she walked away. She liked Sam, but if they got into such problems already after ten minutes about their characters not being compatible, then she better let it rest. She couldn't change, she tried it a lot in the past. She was always determined, always on the outlook, always aggressive. Even with Lilli she had used the time with the girl to prepare for the world out there. It was who she was. She was seldom cuddly, but even then her claws were not hidden. Lana was dangerous and she was not forgiving - and she knew it. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Yeah, you are right. I better walk away." </span><br/><br/>Lana did not look back when she walked to the next row and sat down hard in a seat. She lifted her legs up and held them with her hands, trying to keep the world out. She felt bad, but she knew she couldn't change. Even if it may work for a while...it would not forever. She would fall back to her old self. She would be aggressive and threatening again. And she wondered why she was like that always. Nothing in her life had teached her to be like that and still it was the only constant in her life. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Fuck it." </span><br/><br/>She had muttered it under her breath, only intended for her own ears.</div>