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 Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 2:18 pm
Have you had those days when your just done with everything? Sick of everybody's s**t? Of course you have everyone has. A group of teenagers has gotten fed up with there shitty lives and run from it. Coincidentally they all meet up in a small suburb Missouri. They find an old two story house in a forest and decide to live there and get jobs and live a new life with a new name.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 2:19 pm
Rules:
Follow the Forum rules
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Send me your Profile titled "******** it"
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 2:30 pm
[b]Whats up? My name is [i]Character's name[/i], but people used to call me [i]Username[/i]. I'm about [i]Age[/i] years old. I'm usually [i]Personality[/i]. I suppose you want know a little about me... well [i]Bio[/i]. I can't stand this place anymore, because of [i]Reason for leaving[/i]. I don't have much time to pack but I'm taking [i]Items your taking with you, they have to fit in a normal size duffel bag/back pack[/i]. Pretty much all I can do is [i]Talents/skills[/i]. But what i like to do is [i]Hobbies[/i]. Oh yeah, I almost forgot [i]Other[/i]. Heres a picture of me: (Use a URL code for it).[/b]
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 2:31 pm
Runners: Yurugi Whats up? My name is Derick Shawn, but people used to call me Yurugi. I'm about 17 years old. I'm usually pretty quiet, but when I start talking, i don't shut up. I"m pretty nice, and gentle too, but if you piss me off, I'll kick you a**.. I suppose you want know a little about me... well I was an only child. My dad hated me when I was growing up, because I wasn't his ideal son. I didn't care much for sports, or cars, I just wanted to play with my few friends. My dad's job was pretty stressful i guess, so he would often be out drinking late after work everyday, leaving me stuck in my room all day, while my mom would have her 'friends' over. When he would get home, my mom would most likely already be in bed, so my dad would bust through my door, and take his drunken rage out on me and throw me in my closet and lock the door and leave me there for days on end. When we finally got a computer with internet I could talk to my friends when my dad was at work and mom was playing around. Sometimes I would tell Jeremy, he was like my brother, what was going on, and he had a brilliant idea. To run!!. I can't stand this place anymore, because of abusive dad and neglectful mom. I don't have much time to pack but I'm taking A few pairs of clothes, all the money i got from dad's safe, my sketchbook and pencils, a knife, my laptop, and a picture of my grandparents. Pretty much all I can do is draw. I don't have many talents.. But what i like to do is draw, read, and eat when i can. Oh yeah, I almost forgot i took some self defense classes, so don't ******** me over. And i'm pretty good at hiding my emotions with a smile. Heres a picture of me: [X]. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kitabit Whats up? My name is Rayne Hale, but people used to call me Kitabit. I'm about 16 years old. I'm usually acting like I'm Hyper and bubbly. I suppose you want know a little about me... well I live with my mother and father till I was 7, then my mother died in our house fire. I do believe Dad set fire to the house to get rid of Mum. But I haven't said anything. When I was 13 I was taken by social services but then Dad got my back at a court hearing. I've lived with him ever since.. I can't stand this place anymore, because of Ever since Mum died Dad has beat me and tied me up. Almost once every week I'll be gone from school because Dad has tied my up and gagged me, then shoved me in the closet. Also my father and his friends have raped me several times because they don't have anyone else anymore. I've had to many pregnancy scares since the age of 14 and I'm in the middle of one right now.. I don't have much time to pack but I'm taking My toothbrush, hairbrush,deodorant, 3 sets of full outfits, $50,000 from my fathers safe, 3 pairs of socks, my eyeliner and maskara, my Converse shoes and my plaid Chucks. All of it's going in my Converse duffle bag. Pretty much all I can do is sing, write, and act as a counselor. But what i like to do is listen to music, read, write, and run barefoot. Oh yeah, I almost forgot I'm British and Irish and I'm bipolar and don't have my crazy meds. . .. Heres a picture of me after one of Dad's nights, Rayne
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 9:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 9:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 9:57 pm
Rayne Hale Rayne woke up in the closet. She was leaned up against a wall. Once again she was tied up and gagged in the closet. She lifted her head and then hit it against the wall real fast to let her dad know she was up. Her dad had had one of those times last night then put her in the closet. Her dad came and opened the door and when he did she squinted her eyes. She had been locked up in the dark for around 7 hours and hadn't slept except the last 30 minutes. "You ready to come out of the closet you whore?" He asked as he helped her up. He reached down and untied her feet. As he did he ran one hand up her leg and underneath her satin dress. He snapped her underwear then picked her up and carried her to her room. Greg set her on her own bed then bent over her with his hands by her head. He slapped her so she wound turned her head to one side. Rayne turned her head and felt him kiss from her shoulder up to her gag and then chuckle. "You're such a good girl for your Daddy, Rayne." Rayne felt him begin to untie the gag then as he removed it he kissed her lips. He moved back and smiled at her, "I love you,Rayne" Rayne faked a smile then giggled a fake giggle, her father couldn't tell the difference, "I love you too Daddy." Greg left the room and Rayne smiled. What Greg didn't know was that while they went through the kitchen, Rayne had been skilled enough to grab a steak knife in her hand. She vigorously cut at the rope and smiled as she did. She was finally getting out of here. When the rope was cut she stashed the knife under head nightstand and went and put on some jeans and a lime green shirt. After that she slipped her Ger! hoodie on and grabbed her Converse duffle bag she had had packed for months. Rayne walked quietly through her room and to her window. She slid it open and popped the screen out. When she climbed out onto the roof she put the window down and put the screen back in. She laid down by the edge of the roof and peaked over. Greg and his friend Jimmy, who had gotten a turn at torturing her last night too, were sitting on the porch watching the sky and smoking. Rayne walked to the other side of the roof and dropped her bag by the bushes. After that, she herself, jumped down into the bushes. "Ow." she whispered softly. She climbed out of the bushes and grabbed her bag. As she began to walk down the street, dogs began to bark at her and cats began to hiss. She completely ignored them. When she arrived at her destination she bought a bus ticket to Kansas, which was a close as she was getting towhere she wanted to go. After that she went and sat on a bench and began to wait for her bus. As she was waiting she began to sing, "Put Your Records On" by Corrine Bailey Ray ((Spelling?)).
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 10:29 pm
"WAKE UP YOU LITTLE b*****d!!" Murrell said as he smacked Derick's head knocking him off of his bed. "I'm off to work, so I need you to watch that whore, you call 'mom'." Murrell told him as he picked him up off of the floor and threw him over his shoulder, and walk to the bathroom. "This boy is so ******** useless." Murrel muttered. Derick had dozed off. Murrel through his lifeless son's body into the bathtub and turned the shower on. "I SAID WAKE UP, YOU STUPID ******** style="color: orange">" Derick jumped at the cold water. "Ahh! The hell?" Murrel smiled, "Awake, now. Aren't ya?" He asked squinting his eyes, with a creepy smirk. "Now get dressed and watch your mother." He ordered and stood up. Murrel put his boots on and walked out the door. "I hope you die..." Derick whispered. He turned off the water and pulled his soaked clothes off and threw to the side. He sighed and grabbed a towel. "I ******** hate you..." He said then looked in the mirror. He had a gash over his left eyebrow where his dad hit him to wake him up. He sighed. Derick stretched and felt a twinge in his back. He tried to look at his back in the mirror. He had a bruise already from the bathtub. He punched the mirror busting it. "Gawd dammit..." He hand was bleeding from the busted glass. He barely felt small things like that anymore. A piece of the mirror fell into the sink. Derick looked at it and seen the many fist-shaped bruises on his chest. He sighed the grabbed a bandage out from behind the busted mirror and began wrapping his right hand. He walked to his room and put on a pair of black jean pants. He grabbed his belt and put it on. He reached in his closet and grabbed a back pack. He threw some clothes in it. He had started to pack it last night, but his dad came home and wanted to have a little 'chat' with him. He finished packing his bag. He threw it on his bed. He grabbed a white and black striped longsleeve shirt and put it on. He put a white short-sleeve button-up shirt on over it. He grabbed his glassed and walked out the door. "I'm ******** outta here." He said with a smile. He walked to the Bus station and bought a ticket. He didn't care where to, he was just happy to be leaving. He got the ticket and then went to sit on a bench. There was a bench next to him that a girl was sitting on. He turned to her, with a smile, "Are you waiting for the bus, too?" He was actually happy for once.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 10:46 pm
Rayne Hale Rayne looked at the guy and gave him a small smile, "Yeah." She got up as the bus pulled up and she pulled her bag up onto her shoulder. She walked onto the bus and looked around for a seat. When she found a seat she slid her bag under the seat and sat down. Rayne just thought of something from last night when her father and his friend had used her for fun, neither of them had used a condom."Go figure." Rayne looked around again. She knew that when they got to the next town she'd need to buy a pregnancy test. She wouldn't use it till she got to her destination, where ever that was. She was used to this kind of stuff now. Rayne looked at her hands and saw a bruise and a slight cut from the knife."Even better."she said with a sigh. She gripped her one hand trying to make the blood stop from dripping out of her hand.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 10:54 pm
Derick stood up and grabbed his bag. He followed her onto the bus. He sat in the seat across from her and threw his bag against the window like a pillow. He layed on it and noticed her hand was bleeding. "Oh s**t!" He said as he frantically searched his bag for another bandage. "Dammit..." He whispered. He pulled up his sleeve. He wrapped the bandage clear up to his elbow. He untied it and pulled about half of it off of his arm. He reached in his bag and grabbed a switchblade knife. He cut the bandage and layed it in his lap. He tied what was left on his arm. He put the knife away and leaned over the aisle of the bus, "May I?" He asked showing her the bandage, as he motioned towards her hand. "You wont want it to get infected, and you'll have to stop the bleeding soon, or you might pass out." He said with a concerned smile. He hated to see people in pain. Especially cuts.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:06 pm
Rayne Hale Rayne looked at him and nodded as she held her hand out to him. Her hand that had the extra blood was wiped on her pants. "Yeah, go ahead. . ." Rayne had seen his face when he had seen the blood. Rayne was used to blood so it didn't bother her to much. After all, almost every time her fathers fun was over, she was beat till she bled. She had tons of scars, bruises, and healing scabs. Rayne looked at her hand then back at him with a slight smile. She slid to the end of her seat so he had easier access to her hand. "I'm Rayne Hale. And thanks for the bandage and what not." She looked at him with another nod and then looked at the driver. The driver kept glancing up at them and shaking his head disapprovingly. "Old people should mind their own buisness." she said to him with a slight laugh.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:13 pm
Derick smiled and grabbed her hand, "I'm Derick Shawn." He started to wrap the bandage around Rayne's hand, "Nice to meet you." He said with a warm, inviting smile. "Sorry if its a little tight." He said as he continued to wrap it around her hand, "Its all I got." He said with a slight chuckle. He shook his head as she thanked him, "Don't worry about it. I just don't like to see people in pain, or hurt." He tied it but he didn't let go of her hand. He looked over at the bus driver, "I agree." He said nodding.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:35 pm
Rayne Hale Raynewatched him as he put the bandage on her hand. He said something about pain and hurt."There's only about on time I feel hurt anymore. It happens almost every night." She looked at the driver then looked back at Derick. She smiled at him then realized he still had her hand. "Ugh. . ." Rayne took her hand back and turned to face the front of the bus and put her hands in her lap. She didn't blush. It wasn't her thing.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:42 pm
Derick looked at her with concerned eyes. When she took her hand back he chuckled, "Sorry. My hand is still kinda numb." He sat back up against the window. "I don't wanna pry, and I don't expect you to tell me," He started, "But... What happens almost every night?" He put emphasis on 'what'. "I mean, your pretty. Who would want to hurt someone like you." He smiled a little, "You seem like a kind, gentle person."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:54 pm
Rayne Hale Rayne flexed her hand when he said his hand was numb. She looked at him with a sullen look when he asked about her nights."My dad and my dad's friends. . . they. . . rape me. . . almsot every night. . . then they tie me up and gag me then put me in a closet." She whispered to him as she looked at her hands she had placed back in her lap as she was talking.
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