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[[Marshmellow-Bunny]]

Kane Anthony Villareal

The Corrupt Cop

You think you're t o u g h ?
xxxxWell, I'm from the W e s t side of town.
You had better believe I'm here to r e p r e s e n t.

The parents named me Kane Anthony Villareal and . . .
xxxxxxI'm sure they had some h i g h hopes for me,
But I ended up as a corrupt cop in the city of H o u s t o n
xxxxxxxxxThey should just be glad I made it to be T h i r t y-T h r e e

I've got some friends in l o w places
xxxxxxxThey all call me Kane, Kay or Pops
I'm the one who keeps those damn kids alive.

Being nosy around here can get you s h o t.

But since you asked so nicely, I was born in the city of San Antonio and grew up with two pretty amazing parents. We lived on a ranch, mama raised horses and sold them to the richer folk around the area. Dad worked a government job that paid pretty well, so I never really wanted anything growing up. Living on the ranch was more than enough, mama home schooled me up until I was ready for high school. Not only because the nearest elementary school was miles and miles away, but mostly because she needed a helping hand around the ranch. Every morning, I'd wake up, wash up, eat breakfast, do my studies, eat lunch with mama and then for the rest of the day I'd help her with the horses. ...Not much else can be said about my childhood, it was a pleasant blur of happy events. Other than a few broken bones, the occasional fight with the boys from the ranch down the road and learning how to care for horses, I didn't do much.

Once I was old enough, Mama and Pa sent me to a private high school. I played football and ran track, got the best grades of my life and graduated second in my class. Mama and Pa wanted me to either go to college or stay home to help mama work on the ranch, but I didn't really want to do either of those things. I waited for my twenty first birthday came around and then I headed straight for the Police Academy of San Antonio. Years went by and I can't say I didn't enjoy myself in San Antonio, but I wanted to do a little more. I heard about what was happening in Houston and instantly put in a request to be transfered. It took a bit of pushing and pulling, but I eventually got the paperwork. I've got to say at first it was a huge adjustment moving from a ranch to a one bedroom apartment, but after the first few months I got used to it.

One day I was on patrol around the West side of the city and caught a bunch of guys in their early twenties cornering a teenager in an alley. At first I was just going to let it go, remembering the fights I'd gotten into as a kid on the ranch but when I saw one of the older guys pull a gun on the kid I had to get involved. I pulled my .45 out, and took aim at the one with the gun and did the usual "Police! Drop your weapon!" routine, but this guy just turned around and shot at me like it was nothing. The kid who was being cornered swung his leg out at the shooter and knocked the gun out of his hand. Naturally I took that as my opportunity to rush forward and try to take the guy into custody but when I got there, the other guys pulled out guns. It was a regular "Oh s**t." moment. I just grabbed the kid by the arm and hauled a** out of that alley and didn't stop until I couldn't hear the gunshots anymore.

I didn't understand why the kid was fighting me the whole way there though. When I stopped running the kid pulled a knife on me and I was more confused than ever. Asked the kid what the hell was wrong with him! For ******** sake I just saved his a**, he started babbling on about how I wasn't going to take him in, that the "family" was going to come after me if I tried. I had no earthly idea what was going on and after I calmed the kid down, he said the guys cornering him were from the South side. After that, he didn't have to say anything else, I figured he was part of the West side gang. It blew me away at how young he was though, I didn't see a gang member, I saw a kid. I'm sure it was against everything I'd ever learned in the academy but I just let the kid go on his way, before he left he told me his name was Max. Over the course of the next year, I ended up bailing him out of jail countless times up until he ended up living with me. I didn't try talking him out of the gang, I knew he was "down for life", I just made sure he was safe.

A few months after he started living with me, Max was shot twice through the head by a corrupt officer who belonged to a station on the South side. The report says Max was in a car that supposedly had just finished a drive-by and the officer was aiming for the driver, but regretably missed. I knew that was bullshit and so did everyone else, but no one stood up to say it. They were afraid of the officer from the south side. After Max's death, I was completely turned off of the police department as a whole. I hate my job, I hate my co-workers, I hate that officer who shot Max. I figured the only way to get adaquate justice is to destory that which destroyed Max; the south side gang. I began communicating more and more with the West side gang, telling them where our force is weak, who was having financial problems and who's loyalty could be easily bought, supplying them with stolen arms, etc. In San Antonio I would have lost my job, but here, they're afraid of me and my connections and I find that I like the power. As long as I'm around, no one else on my side of the city is going to die.

One thing you should know.

I've lost sight of basic right and wrong, all I know is I am going to kill that cop who shot Max and I don't care how many people I have to blow away until I get to him.

Let me know if you see anyone named:

[Marshmellow-Bunny]

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First off, don't expect anything from me. I generally don't associate myself with the kids around here aside from THE FORGETFUL BOYFRIEND, everyone else gets on my nerves. They say I'm short tempered, I say they lack common sense among other things. You see, this whole private academy thing is not my scene, but mother always wanted the best for me so here I am. Of all the kids here, there is just one that I absolutely cannot stand, that spoiled rich brat, THE UGLY DUCKLING. I try my best to tolerate her since she's engaged to THE FORGETFUL BOYFRIEND, though. I made a deal with head master to turn her into a swan by the wedding, yeah, we'll see how that goes. I really do try to help THE FORGETFUL BOYFRIEND out with what is going on, but sometimes I just don't understand what he's saying. While other than him, I don't have anyone particularly important in my life, my parents are everything to me; they have made many sacrifices and taken many risks to get me here, and I am forever grateful.

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'Way to go, Swan.' Adrian thought to himself, trying to push his way out of behind a refrigerator and a wall. He'd ducked behind the appliance sometime after he figured he wouldn't be able to loiter around the store after closing time posing as a Sear's employee for long. He'd been standing in that uncomfortable position for little over an hour, trying to breathe quietly for fear of the security guard wielding a flashlight finding him. It had been a few minutes since the guard had been by the appliances though, so Adrian figured it was time to move, bringing him to his current situation. His legs had fallen asleep, pressed against the cold steel of the fridge and the uncomfortable, unforgiving wall of the store. The boy stumbled, falling flat on his face with a slight smack as his sin made contact with the fake tiles on the floor.

Sitting up, the boy panicked momentarily when he found that the room was darker than it had previously been, but sighed with relief when he reached up to find it was only his hat. The furry bomber trooper hat had shifted to cover his eyes in the fall, and moving it back in to place, Adrian found the room to be pleasantly dimly lit once again. Soft foot steps could be heard coming up the stationary escalator, along with the jingling of keys. 'Ffffffuuu-' Adrian propelled himself off the floor and into the quietest sprint he could muster, losing the guard. Pausing to duck behind a clerk's check out desk, Adrian caught his breath, the guard's flashlight passing over him at the racks of clothes. He was now in the women's clothing section. There was static from a walkie talkie and then a panting voice, "Turns out it was nothing. On my way back to the surveillance room. Save me a doughnut. " Stifling a laugh, the boy cupped his hand over his mouth as the heavy set security guard passed right by the boy and proceeded out of the Sear's store.

Soon as his steps were gone, Adrian breathed out a sigh of relief and stood up, planting his messenger back on top of the counter. Opening it, he removed the furry hat from the top of his head and placed it into the bag; it was starting to make him hot. He then removed the gloves from his hands, placing those into the bag as well. Running a hand through his hair, he frowned at how greasy it felt. It had been a few days since he dyed his hair this purplish red, he figured now it would be okay to wash it again. He made a note to go find the employee locker room after grabbing himself a new pair of pants and shoes. He'd been making due with the ones he was wearing, but the holes in his jeans were becoming a problem, as were the holes in the soles of his shoes. Not that he minded looking homeless, he was after all, he just liked staying warm and dry. Fishing a flashlight out of the bag, Adrian clicked it on and made his way down to the men's clothing section. He could have used magic to light his way, but he'd learned his lesson about that back in Utah, that little spell was enough to put him on the map like a fire red beacon in the night. Ever since then, Adrian had invested in a flashlight.

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After successfully finding a new pair of jeans and comfortable pair of shoes, the boy stretched and yawned. After showering, he really wanted to take a quick nap before getting on the road again. He skipped idly down the frozen escalator, humming a generic hip hop tune to himself as he did, resisting the urge to break into dance as he jumped off the escalator to slide on a few feet on the tiled ground. Flashlight in hand, he scanned the ceiling for one of those directory signs until he found one that read "MALL EXIT" and followed the arrow pointing. As he walked, he heard an echo of a crash somewhere relatively close. Clicking off the flashlight instinctively, Adrian put it away and ducked down. Scanning his immediate surroundings, he stood up awkwardly when he realized the crash was not in the Sear's store but out in the mall, where he was headed. Curiosity enticed him to continue walking forward, but he stopped midway when he heard running footsteps and a different sound chasing after those footsteps. It was like a thump, but a scratching noise all at the same time. Suddenly the image of a running female came into view, soon as she did, he ducked behind a clothes rack, thinking she was an employee. The sound of metal against metal enticed Adrian's curiosity again, peering through the clothes he was hiding behind, he saw the gate rising of it's own accord. "There's no way." Adrian breathed, standing up straight to get a better view of the female.

He got a better view alright, he saw her for all of two seconds before the thing chasing after her grabbed her by the ankles and swung her to the side. "Hey!" he shouted, trying to catch the females attention as she fell to the ground, the Earth creature towering over her. He broke into a run towards the half opened cage and slid under it as she got up and tried running from the creature. He was going to try to run after her, but the creature jumped right over him and bellowed towards the girl. For reason unknown to him, she actually stopped and turned around to look at it, giving it time to attack her. His fight or flight instincts coupled with his "protect the weaker species" instincts kicked in and he sprinted towards the female and dove towards her. Wrapping both of his arms around her waist, Adrian pushed himself and her out of the way of the creature's blow and quickly recovered, pulling her to her feet and ushering her into a sprint along side him he shouted, "Are you crazy?! Why would you STOP and LOOK?!"

As they approached a turn, Adrian shoved her behind the wall and held her against the wire cage of another store, hand pressed lightly over her mouth. "You need to run, as quietly as you can, that way." he whispered, pointing down the dark hallway with his left hand. As he pointed, his hand warmed up and a few tiny sparks erupted in the air, and further down the hall, one of the cages began to rise. The creature's steps echoed throughout the entire building as it drew coser, Adrian spoke faster and realized that this girl was probably going to think he was crazy. "Go hide." he urged her, removing his hand from her face and removing the many rings he wore on both of his hands. Only one of the rings really mattered, but he wasn't about to share that information with this female. Shoving the collection of rings into his pocket he rubbed his hands together and before he could say another word the creature had rounded the corner, snarling and barring it's teeth at the two. "Shiiiit." Quickly he raised both of his hands together and began generating as much energy as he could, tried concentrating it into the shape of a ball or even an awkward looking oval. The earthy creature didn't give him much time though, so before he'd even given the glowing energy shape, he shot it out almost blindly towards the thing, only hitting it in the side and part of what Adrian assumed was it's "arm".

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xxxxxxx↘↘ But personally, I prefer: xxxxxxx

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xxxxxxx↘↘ I'm this young: xxxxxxx

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xxxxxxx↘↘ I'm most definitely a: xxxxxxx

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝Ezekiel Angelo de Marco❞

xoxooxooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooThe bad boy




→MY NAME iSxEzekiel Angelo de Marco
→BUT YOU SHOULD CALL MExZeke or de Marco. Never Angelo.
→i'M ONLYxEighteen
→YOU CAN'T GUESS? i'M Axmale
→STARE ALL YOU WANT, BUT MY SiGHTS ARE SET ONxfemales
→SiNG FOR THE MOMENTxSpace Bound




→ Ever since I can remember, dad hasn't been in the picture; it's always just been me and mom. Don't get me wrong, though, I love my mama but I'm not about to sit here and lie to you and tell you things have been easy for us. She had boyfriend after boyfriend, all of them were douches except the current one, but he didn't really like me. He wanted his own kid, not someone else's. Next thing I knew, I had a little brother on the way, that was two years ago. Round about then is when I got into drugs and alcohol. It started with a few shots, a few lines of coke, just some cheap thrills but it turned into so much more. I never really had a legit reason to start, after my brother came into the picture, family life improved. So it's not like I have a broken home. I just do it because I want to.

Grades started slipping, I lost almost half of my credits, and started skipping classes because I just didn't want to deal with bullshit teachers. My friend and I were skippin' out one day and he dared me to get a kiss from the bookworm, I'd never thought much of her before that, she was everything I would never be. Way out of my league. But hey, I never turn down a bet. I started going back to all my classes just so I could talk to her and eventually we became pretty close, i didn't kiss her though. Not yet. We started hanging out a lot, she convinced me to actually kind of study and I found myself only wanting to go to school just to be around her. When she found out about my problem though, I thought things were ruined, but it only drew us closer. The day she found out was the day I got that kiss and the day I decided I didn't want to be without her. Not only did I win the bet, but I won the best girl in the world.








[Marshmellow-Bunny]

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For a moment, Zeke could have sworn that he was back home in Louisiana. Mama was making gumbo downstairs...the smell was wafting through the house and tickling Zeke's nose. Trying to wake himself up, Zeke opened his eyes only to find that the lights were too bright, so he closed them and tried rolling over instead. He was met with a Jose Cuervo bottle stabbing him in the ribs, "Ow, mother ********] He groaned, shoving the bottle off his bed, it hit the floor with a slight thud and he listened to the bottle roll away on the wooden floor. Closing his eyes, Zeke struggled to remember what he'd done last night. Oh, that's right, he'd smoked pot with his drop out friends, came home and got drunk. Shaking his head, Zeke decided today was a lost cause and was determined to get more sleep in, but the pitter patter of little feet in the hallway outside his door told him that wasn't going to happen. Slowly his doorknob turned and in came his two year old little brother, trotting awkwardly around all the wreckage on Zeke's floor. "Zekey!" the little boy exclaimed happily, climbing onto his big brother's bed to lay next to Zeke.

Groaning again, Zeke grabbed his brother and pulled him close, ruffling his hair a bit, "Morning, Len." he said, the toddler wrinkled his nose at the smell of alcohol on his big brother's breath but responded with a happy "Goo'mornin!" all the same. He reached for the remote on the floor and turned on Len's favorite cartoons that he kept recorded on the DVR. They lay together on his bed and watched an episode of Spongebob for a little while before the vrrm, vrrm of his phone caught his attention. "Urf. Hang on, buddy." he said, climbing over his half brother to reach for his phone, who's screen was far brighter than he'd ever remembered it being.

He had a few missed calls from Allie, only then did it click in his mind that he was supposed to meet her today at her Aunt Rosie's house. "Shii-oot." he said, trying not to cuss in front of Len who was gazing up at his brother curiously, "I gotta go meet Allie, okay, kiddo? I'll be back later on tonight, by the way, what do you want for dinner?" Every week, he took turns with his mom making dinner for the family and today was his turn, he'd barely asked before Len shouted out "Sketti!". "Alright, spaghetti it is. I'll pick something up on my way home. Remind mom for me!" he said, pulling on a new shirt and keeping yesterday's jeans on that stank like weed. It was a scent he'd completely gotten used to, so to Zeke, the pants smelt like any other person's pants. Grabbing his jacket and waving bye to Len, Zeke hurried out of his room and ran across the hallway to pass through the kitchen to the backdoor. His mom was sitting at the table, drinking some sweet tea and reading her cooking magazines with a pot of steaming gumbo behind her on the stove. His mother had long, fake blonde hair and grayish blue eyes, she greeted him with her heavy southern accent, "Mornin', sweet heart."

Zeke stopped momentarily to kiss her on the cheek and say, "Mornin' mama, I'm goin' to see Allie, mom. I'll text you when I'm on my way home. Len said he wants Spaghetti tonight so that's what I'm making, gumbo smells great by the way!" He was almost already out the door by the time he finished talking and his mom shouted out, "You be good to her! If you keep showing up late to your dates, she's not gonna say yes when you finally propose!" Stopping mid step, Zeke grimaced, "Stop it, mama. I'm not gonna marry her. I mean, shi~it, I'm only in high school. 'Sides, I ain't the marrying type." Mama just rolled her eyes at her son as he walked out the house. Pulling his sunglasses out of his jacket pocket, Zeke put them on to shield his eyes from the unforgiving sunlight before sending a text to Allie.



To Allie:

Hey baby girl,
I know I'm late.
On my way. Promise.
Love you.




x - x


The walk to Allie's Aunt's place didn't take very long, he knew all the short cuts and back roads. Zeke wasn't even about to try driving in his current hung over, still half high, state. Climbing up the front porch, Zeke knocked twice before letting himself in. Allie said her Aunt was out of town, so he figured just letting himself in would be fine. "Allie? Hey babes, I'm here now!" he called from the front door. 'Where's she at? he wondered, walking into the house to go look in the kitchen.

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๑ Four hundred and thirty-five
๑ Thirty-two
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๑ Four hundred and thirty-five
๑ Thirty Two
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๑ One hundred forty-two
๑ Spanish-Italian
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❝ t a k e n ✭ Anya "Annie" Kalie Prince ✭ twenty-four ✭ [Marshmellow-Bunny] ❞

♛S n o w W h i t e♛

Anya Kalie Prince Jones

If you really want to know

✔My friends call me;; Anya or Annie
✔ I am;; Twenty-four
✔ Sexuality;; Trust me baby, I'm as straight as it gets


FUN FACTS

♥ Mine!

↳ Smoking
↳ Singing
↳ Taking long walks
↳ Teaching
↳ Lennon


✗ Not Mine!

↳ ********. Controlling b***h.
↳ Drama
↳ Henri Valentine
↳ Sharing - Ironic, huh?
↳ Not getting my way


I will never forget

❤ This is how I am;;

Before I got pregnant, I was something of a whore. I did anything it took to get what I wanted in the moment. I'd always been an amazing actress, my skills came very useful to me in Suburbia. The men there were almost too easy to seduce. You know, ever since I was little, I knew I was gorgeous; I used to think to myself "Hey if you've got it, flaunt it." but now I'm more conservative than I was. I used to be wild. Unbreakable. Not anymore. Nowadays I keep to myself at almost all costs. I learned my lesson you could say. Most of my time is spent cleaning, reading or taking care of my son. My temper, I would say has gotten a little worse since I've been in Suburbia last. I just don't seem to have patience for other adults anymore. I seem to have developed a great deal of patience for children, though. I've discovered a love for them, in fact. They're so much more in tune with what's important than adults are.


✰ This is my life;;

Long story short, my dad is a big shot director and my step mother is was a big shot actress. Dad was in New Zealand shooting some foreign film and my psycho step mom designated herself in charge of my "new career". Her ultimate goal was to turn me into 'America's favorite child actress' so she could be 'America's favorite child actress' mother' and mooch off of all the press to start her career back up again. I shot a lot of films as a kid, nothing to special, but, as my step mom used to tell me, "It paid, so it's good enough." She soon became really desperate, her career was slowing down and she needed something to draw attention to the family. I was about fourteen at the time. When she tried killing herself, that's when I called daddy. He quietly admitted her into a psych ward to get her the help that she needed. That's when I started turning into the spoiled brat everyone remembers me as.

Daddy pulled me out of public school and instead had tutors come to the house to teach me the lessons I needed. Didn't matter if I did any of the work, they always passed me in the end. I had seven different tutors for my four years of "high school", I spent more time with them than I ever spent with my father so they eventually became something of a family to me. It was like having seven dads at home all at once. After my schooling was over though, I didn't see much of them anymore so I was at the house by myself a lot. Daddy paid for me to go on cruises, trips, tours, anything to keep me occupied, really. All I had to do was call him, and he made things happen. I know he was trying to compensate for not being there, and he really did a good job of it. The time we spent together was brief and always in the mornings at breakfast. We only saw each other long enough for me to get his credit card from him or ask "permission" to go out for the day.

I thought I was living such an awesome life, but looking back on it now makes me sad. I didn't have friends, I only had my daddy's money.

Sigh...I will never forget when Lennon showed up. Everything just happened so fast, before I even knew what was really happening, I was swept off my feet and married. It was the movie style marriage I had always wanted and dreamed of, but reality soon came and hit me in the face once we moved to Suburbia. Lennon was so good to me, I'm still very much in love with him. The problem with our marriage was that he couldn't face reality and I couldn't be tamed. I was so young, I really was not ready to be married. I just felt so caged.... I started having flings with guys on the block, I'm pretty sure I've slept with almost all the guys at one point or another. At the time I thought they were completely harmless! Things changed last year when I got pregnant. I wanted it so badly to be Lennon's child, but it turns out he'd been keeping a vasectomy from me our entire marriage. That left two candidates for the father, Adis, the neighbor down the street and John, Poca's husband.

I tried keeping it a secret but one night I just broke down and couldn't take it anymore, I confided in Cinderella and Perdy. I didn't know Lennon was standing just in the door way, once he found out all of hell broke lose. He tried forcing me to get an abortion, wouldn't let me see any one unless he was there with me. My husband turned from loving and doting to cruel and controlling. He took my phone from me, made me stay at home all day while he went out and did I don't even know what. Over the span of a month to follow, I reached my fifth month of pregnancy and found out my husband was secretly gay for Cinderella's husband, Henri Valentine. He tried leaving on a trip to LA with Henri without telling me. Once I found out I ...may or may not have destroyed his car. Lennon may or may not have retaliated by calling my father and telling him everything. The week all of this may or may not have happened was the last week I spent in Suburbia.

Daddy was furious, he cancelled my credit cards and stopped paying for my phone. He came to Suburbia to personally pick me up and take me back home with him to Louisiana. My father, despite his big city job, is a traditional man. He insisted that I go back home with him at least for the birth of my child. At first I thought he was only doing it to embarrass me, but I found out over the year I spent with him, he did it to save me. I could never have done this by myself and I thank my father for supporting me as much as he could through all of this. He took me back to the church, got me into online college classes and allowed me to divorce Lennon. He was still hurt that I had gone out and acted so terribly, and it pains me to this day to know that. Once my baby boy was born, my father softened again. My son is now eight months old, and my father loves and spoils him to bits. He's begun fully funding my life again and has decided to let me move back to Suburbia with my son. I'm very excited.


♪ Before I forget;;

I named my son Michael after the arch angel. My father's church really helped me in my transition back home and I am forever grateful to them. My son's full name is Michael Joseph Jones. He is my world.

[Marshmellow-Bunny]

[[Marshmellow-Bunny]]

New James Profile.

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❝ t a k e n ✭ James Alexander Swan ✭ Twenty-Seven ✭ [Marshmellow-Bunny] ❞

♚Beast♚

James Alexander Swan

If you really want to know

✔My friends call me;; Beast or James
✔ I am;; Twenty-seven
✔ Sexuality;; Straight


FUN FACTS

♥ Mine!

↳ Belle...No seriously, she's mine. Back the ******** off.
↳ Living in Luxury
↳ Spending time by the fire in my chair
↳ Horse back riding
↳ The occasional drink. Maybe.


✗ Not Mine!

↳ Arguing...I really don't do it on purpose
↳ Anyone who threatens my Belle
↳ Ignorant people
↳ Gossipers
↳ Anything Sour. Yuck.


I will never forget

❤ This is how I am;;

I've got a fierce temper and I'm driven enough to back up every threat I make. Just because I'm not in the body of a Beast anymore doesn't mean I won't rip you in half. Coming from royalty, I am very well educated and know how to behave in front of people as long as I'm level headed. I can be very polite and proper on a good day. Now, that doesn't necessarily mean I don't know how to let loose and enjoy myself among friends. By myself, I'd much rather watch a movie than read a book, any day it takes too much time.I hate wasting time. You'll most often find me in our back yard playing with our large German Shepherd named Star, I love animals, I actually sometimes like them better than people. I'm used to getting whatever I want, which I guess makes me pretty spoiled, but that's okay. I like to spoil Belle and Star, they're my favorite girls and no one or anything is going to take either of them away from me. I used to say that I would never change for anyone, but ... Belle is my world. I've decided to make an attempt to become the man she deserves. It's just so hard; I have to keep reminding myself that she is worth it.


✰ This is my life;;

We all know how I became a Beast, I seriously don't want to talk about it. Cherie, Josselyn and her brother Adis are the only ones who know the full story and I'd like to keep it that way. My precious Belle knows bits and pieces, but I cannot bring myself to tell her the full extent of what my curse entailed. Back then, when we lived in Paris, I convinced myself that I could be content hiding away in my castle and waiting for the curse to take it's course. My parents moved themselves to what once was our vacation home to give me some space. They couldn't much handle the way I'd become and left me in the care of my servants who'd already practically raised me. I tried convincing myself that with my servants, everything was fine, and that I was fine.... I maybe had a temper tantrum here and there, but hey, you would be in a pissy mood 24/7 too, if your life depended on a plant.

Anyway, when Belle's dad came along what was I supposed to do? Many of the people in the surrounding city had heard rumors of what I had become. The braver ones would try to break into the castle to take a peek, from what I understand they made a game out of it. I thought he was just like the others when I found him. A good for nothing trespasser. He was too old for me to throw out in the same way I'd thrown the others out. And I've never actually killed anyone, so I did the only other thing I thought was available. I had him arrested for trespassing, decided to sue him and then went about my business. But then Belle came along with her trespassing self. She wanted me to drop charges so her dear father could be released? I must admit, at first her beauty didn't even strike me. All I wanted to do was hide away in my study, but the world would not have it. She wouldn't have it. She wouldn't leave until I had an audience with her, and when I finally did she offered to trade places with her father.

Gotta admit, I really thought she was a little crazy in the head. Sacrificing her own freedom for her father's. But hey, whatever. I called my lawyer had him drop the charges and release the father from prison. I was preparing to have him come collect the girl but Lumier, one of my more trusted servants, convinced me she was far too fragile for prison. He saw her as something more of a ... "permanent guest" and advised that I treat her as such. We argued a lot over it, but in the end he won. I ordered the finest guest room to be prepared for her and to be filled with the finest dresses we had available. At first it was really awkward, she'd been expecting to go trade places with her father and instead she found herself living in the castle. It was awkward for me as well.

I tried my best to make her comfortable. I bought her new clothes, new jewelry, a kitten, all the things my father would do for my mother! But she didn't care, she didn't want any of that. She was such a pain in the a**, seriously! So, I stopped and instead tried holding a conversation with her, father said that was the best thing to do when all else failed. We had a lot of conversations through her bedroom door. Eventually she came out of her room and we had civil conversation in the parlor. Eventually I came to like her, so much so that I offered her, her freedom. She didn't want it, for some reason beyond my comprehension she wanted to stay with me. We fell in love. I went through hell to be the right kind of man... errr, Beast for her. AND, I even almost died fighting some local jack a**, Gaston, who wanted to take her away from me. That's when I realized I'll do anything for her, to keep her happy.

Then she broke my curse and I became a man. Finally I could truly be with her! We were married almost instantly after wards and I couldn't be more happy. I love Belle with all my heart, I'll do anything to keep her safe. She liked the castle, yes, but she wanted to live closer to her father who had moved to America....so...being the loving husband I am, I obliged. Our things were packed away and this mansion was purchased. When we moved here though, things are just so crazy and crunched up. I hate not living in the castle anymore, this house is so tiny. Sure it's the biggest one on the block, but ... it's not as big as the caste. I don't like that if you say one thing you think is in confidence that the next morning, the entire town is talking about it. It's so stressful, it's pushing me over the edge.

I guess that's when my anger started really taking it's toll on me ... I didn't mean to take it out on Belle. I hope she knows that.

Over the year, things just steadily got worse. I keep trying to move us back to Paris but Belle wants to stay. She just doesn't understand! This neighborhood will be the death of me and our marriage. Cherie, Josselyn and Adis somehow ended up in this neighborhood which is taking a huge toll on my sanity. Having the person who cursed me so close...it's unnerving. After my best friend, Eric died I kind of lost control for a while. At one of our weekly dinners I kind of snapped and yelled at Belle really bad. In front of everyone. I'm humiliated for losing control like that in front of everyone and deeply ashamed of myself. Belle acted like it was fine but I guess after a while she just got fed up. She moved to the East wing of the mansion and left me to the West wing. We're not getting a divorce or anything, she's just not exactly speaking to me right now. I've started anger management and I'm considering seeing a therapist. She won't even talk to me unless I make some "serious changes".


♪ Before I forget;;

I don't have a problem with any of the guys around... it's all the other wives. They're crazy gossipers, I wish Belle didn't spend so much time with them. Eric was my best friend, ever since he died I haven't really had anyone to talk to.

[Marshmellow-Bunny]

[[Marshmellow-Bunny]]

New Poca Profile

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❝ t a k e n ✭ Pocahontas ✭ 24 ✭ [Marshmellow-Bunny] ❞

♛P o c a h o n t a s♛

Pocahontas

If you really want to know

✔My friends call me;; Pocahontas
✔ I am;; Twenty Four
✔ Sexuality;; Straight


FUN FACTS

♥ Mine!

↳ John Smith
↳ My twins, Dakota and Kaede
↳ Candy
↳ Horseback riding
↳ Cooking
↳ Kocoum


✗ Not Mine!

↳ Belle
↳ Pheo
↳ Anya
↳ Liars
↳ Being yelled at or told what to do
↳ Suburbia.


I will never forget

❤ This is how I am;;

When I was pregnant, people knew me to be very short tempered and pretty much angry all the time at just about anyone. Now that all the hormones have calmed, I realized I was only stressed out with being pregnant and hiding the secret of the father of one of my babies from everyone. From all of that I learned that I'm pretty bad under stress, so now I try to avoid it at all cost. If I don't need to concern myself with your business, I won't. I still don't tolerate bullshit. I'm stubborn and strong willed, make no mistake. I don't indulge in gossip all of that is nonsense; stress I just don't need. Some would call my hypocritical but that's okay with me. I'm just gonna do me, and you can just do you. Just because I know how to keep secrets from people (including my husband) doesn't make me I'm heartless. I can actually be pretty caring when I want to be. I hate seeing my husband fighting. I worry so much for him....


✰ This is my life;;

I risked my life to be with John the way I am now, I betrayed my people and above all my father. My father wanted me to marry Kocoum, because he thought we would be a good match, that Kocoum would take care of me, but I wanted John. John was different from everyone else, and after everything settled down with my people, we left and came down here. We were free to be together and start a family but ... it just wasn't enough for me. I was still young and felt the need to be free. My life had changed from running through the forests everyday, swimming and climbing to house work and grocery shopping. I became very home sick and drew away from the other families around the block. I'd spend hours inside on the phone with my grandmother and father, desperate to talk to someone in my own language who could understand. How ironic that Kocoum would appear at that time, I never thought he'd ever leave the comfort of our tribe. As it would turn out, my father made him come live here with me to try and help me adjust.

I started to spend more time around him. How could I not? He was like me, we had the same traditions, we spoke the same language, came from the same place. He was just easier to be around. John didn't like it very much, but I think he allowed me to spend time with Kocoum because he feared I'd draw away from everyone again if I stopped. If only John had said something.... A few months after Kocoum and I had gotten really close, ...it just happened. I found myself pregnant and not with John's child. I felt horrible and Kocoum seemed happy about all of it. I became bitter and paranoid, thinking Kocoum had only moved to Suburbia to try and steal me back to the reservation. There was a lot of arguing and drama going on in the neighborhood at the time as well, things just were so stressful. I had no intention on telling John, I tried hiding it as long as I could, but in the end I broke down and told him. That ended with a fight between John and Kocoum on my front lawn for the entire neighborhood to see, causing me to go into labor a whole month early. I was so scared for my baby, for a moment I hated the two of them but not more than I hated myself.

At the hospital, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy and surprisingly a healthy baby girl. Two different fathers. I'm apparently ridiculously fertile. I really don't want to talk about that, though. After the birth of my babies, John's father, my father and my grandmother showed up unexpectedly and that was so stressful. John's father is so rude to me, I really can't stand him. But I refuse to stoop to his level, so I hold myself the way any other princess would. There was a misunderstanding between Pheo, my best friend's husband and my husband. Pheo tried to commit suicide, John tried saving him, Es thought John was trying to kill Pheo. ...I couldn't believe that my best friend would press charges against my husband. She and I haven't really spoken since then. Because of her, my husband got deported for a year back to England. ...Leaving me to raise the twins all on my own. Well, I wasn't really alone. Kocoum moved in for a few months while they were still infants. He helped a lot, even took us back to the reservation for a few weeks so the babies could spend time in our home land. He's been trying to get close to me again, insisting it's only for the sake of our son, but I can't bring myself to trust him again.

My husband is coming home today. Kocoum is in the process of moving out of the house and going back to his home in time for John's arrival. I'm excited but scared at the same time. What if John isn't the same?


♪ Before I forget;;

Esmerelda was my best friend before the deportation. I found out that John is coming back on anxiety meds, though. He won't tell me certain things about what happened. It makes my heart ache. I used to want to fix things with Es, but now....I'm not so sure.

[Marshmellow-Bunny]

[[Marshmellow-Bunny]]

For my own personal reference so I can stop going through the old OOC thread.

Quote:

I thought I heard someone say she wanted to change Pocahontas's picture but was too lazy to find a new model?


Her Portfolio



Portfolio



Portfolio



This one even comes with some pregnancy.

http://www.modelmayhem.com/portfolio/1050392/viewall#/28220761

http://www.modelmayhem.com/list/368698

http://www.modelmayhem.com/portfolio/pic/19379086

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http://www.modelmayhem.com/portfolio/1746183/viewall#/19379092

http://www.modelmayhem.com/list/494253

http://www.modelmayhem.com/portfolio/1746183/viewall
http://pinterest.com/tribalimp/heart-hays-photo-file/

http://www.hearthays.com/#!__photos

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The Kocoum that never happened:

Is it too late to force Poisoned to change his picture?
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Because I can't see The Rock on bended knee the way Kocoum was xD


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http://www.modelmayhem.com/234380