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 Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 5:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 5:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 3:47 pm
  ❝Master❞ Mikhail Devereaux
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xxWhen Mikhail heard the showers turn on upstairs, he couldn't help but smile softly to himself. He was glad Dyderia was getting situated. He figured he had a moment or two before he would need to put the noodles in the water, plus the sauce wasn't boiling, so he himself ventured upstairs at a quick pace. He walked down the left hall to his own bedroom, behind a dark wooden door. His own room was filled with dark hues of navy and forest green, as well as the blackout curtains over the two long windows by his bedside. He walked over to the dark cedar wardrobe and picked out a pair of dark jeans and a dark button-down shirt. He was brisk in changing, running a comb lazily through his messy hair. Glancing at himself momentarily, he spritzed on cologne and walked out of the bedroom.
As he made his way down the hall, he heard both his sister and the slave girl rummaging through their clothes. He smiled slightly. Barefoot, the red-haired male made his way down the stairs and back into the kitchen, where the water and sauce had begun to boil. He dumped some noodles into the water, then stirred the sauce, setting it on a lower heat to simmer. The bread was done, he found happily, and he placed a shallow basket of breadsticks on the dining table. It was that time, that he'd returned to the sauce and noodles, when he heard Dyderia's tentative voice. He turned and spied her- or was it her? She looked beautiful- regal, even, in the clothes. He offered a hesitant smile, looking for the right words. "You look... beautiful, Dyderia," he told her, a little shyly. Mikhail gestured her over, scooping up a bit of sauce in a wooden spoon. "Would you like a taste?" he asked gently, holding it out for her to try.
xxVanity smiled softly at him, cheeks pink as he comforted her. "I'm fine. I have hemoptysis and it flares up sometimes. And, no, Dakota. We won't be showering together- yet," she teased, grinning and standing. At that, she motioned to the door at the end of the hall. "That's your room. It should have everything you need. When your done showering, dress nicely and come downstairs for dinner, mmkay?" she purred, getting on her toes and giving him a brief kiss on the cheek. She then wiggled her fingers and disappeared behind a white door.
Behind the door was her room- full of hues of pink, blue and orchid. She sighed happily, briskly stripping down to nakedness. She held her towel as she entered to one of the two doors in her bedroom, opening it to a lovely cream and lavender bathroom that smelt faintly of coconuts. She turned on he tower shower, stepping into the steamin water with a sigh. Within moments, she was soaked and her hair was stuck to her flawless skin. She cleaned of with a violet lufa, using vanilla scented soap, shampoo and conditioner. As she stepped out, the cool air greeted her, sending goosebumps up her skin. She wrapped he towel around her body, exiting the bathroom and stepping onto he plush carpet of her bedroom floor. She crossed the room, drippig, to the other white door and opened it. Inside hung skirts, blouses and dresses. Her more fancy attire. Vanity plucked a pretty strapless violet dress from a hanger, tossing it on her bed. She then knelt by her dresser, positioned net to her closet. She rummaged through An retrieved lacy undergarments and a pair of white socks, along with a white ribbon.
The young girl happily let he towel drop from around her delicate body, drying her hair quickly with it. Once her hair was no longer dripping, she sat her bare body on the lare canopy bed, pulling on her underwear and socks. Last to be wiggled into was the dress. It was form-fitting, showing off her silky smooth legs and shoulders, as well as arms. It hid her cleavage well, teasing to the eye. She then sat at her boudoir, gazing at her own brushes and assortment of makeup. She chose mascara and pink lip gloss, applying a small amount of both. Lastly, the girl ran a brush through her long, damp tresses before tying hem back in the white ribbon. A content sigh graced her lips as she stood, triwling in the lovely dress. She smoothed out the wrinkles as she, herself, made her way down the stairs. She peeked into the kitchen only momentarily, grinning at her brother and the girl, before disappearing into the dining room. Vanity snatched a small breadstick. nibbling on it as she made her way to stand by the window. The dwindling light caught her dress, making it flare up in color, as well as her bright eyes and hair. She smiled softly to ehrself, wondering how Dakota was.
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❝Mistress❞Vanity Devereaux
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 4:04 pm
❝Master❞ Mikhail Devereaux
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xxMikhail
xxVanity
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❝Mistress❞Vanity Devereaux
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:58 pm
A phobia is a type of anxiety disorder, usually defined as a persistent fear of an object or situation in which the sufferer commits to great lengths in avoiding, typically disproportional to the actual danger posed, often being recognized as irrational. In the event the phobia cannot be avoided entirely the sufferer will endure the situation or object with marked distress and significant interference in social or occupational activities.
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Fear is a distressing negative sensation induced by a perceived threat. It is a basic survival mechanism occurring in response to a specific stimulus, such as pain or the threat of danger. In short, fear is the ability to recognize danger leading to an urge to confront it or flee from it (also known as the fight-or-flight response) but in extreme cases of fear (terror) a freeze or paralysis response is possible. Some psychologists such have suggested that fear belongs to a small set of basic or innate emotions. This set also includes such emotions as joy, sadness, and anger. Fear should be distinguished from the related emotional state of anxiety, which typically occurs without any certain or immediate external threat.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 8:46 pm
xxxxxтнє иєє∂ тσ киσω ➔My birth certificate says... XXXXXAdrien Demetrius Sinclaire ➔But you can call me... XXXXXAdrien, Phobos ➔I was born on... XXXXXOctober 31st ➔Therefor I am... XXXXXLooks around 19, by since he's a god, he's really millions of years old. xxxxxxxxxιт's cℓαssιғιє∂ ➔I only blush... XXXXXPansexual ;; No crush ➔I love... XXXXX• Fear
• Pain
• Death
• Suffering
• Bright colors
• Piercings
• Tattoos
• Alcohol
• Cigarettes
• Cigars
• Parties
• Deceit
• Causing fear or pain
• Trickery
• Flowers (especially tulips and roses)
• The moon
• Astronomy
• Thought
• Being alone
• Crowds ➔I hate... XXXXX• Being fooled
• Being tricked
• Being deceived
• Love
• Skin to skin contact
• Kindness
• Bland colors
• Sweet foods
• Sensitivity
• Gentleness
• Tight places
• Sunlight
• Clouds
• Wind
• Animals
• Bravery
• Courage
• Chivalrous men
• Independence
• Bossy people
• Being told what to do ➔I'm horrified of... XXXXXNone, but hates skin to skin contact and getting close to others physically and emotionally. ➔Like it or not... XXXXXAdrien is not your average guy, for starters. He's cocky, arrogant and a plain jerk. He's sadistic, uncommitted and uncaring. He's untrustworthy, cold and vain. He enjoys causing pain, but hates experiencing it, even though he has high tolerance for it. He's tolerable towards women, but his patience wears thin easily. He's self-centered, selfish and indifferent. Most of the time, he is plain mean and bitter with a teasing, sarcastic streak. Although all this and more, Adrien can - on occasion - be a respectable guy. He doesn't like seeing females cry, and will bend over backwards to make sure they don't. He's unforgiving and ruthless, but can be considerate of others at times. He's lazy and blunt, never daring to sugar-coat the things that come out of his mouth. He's wild and rebellious, and hates being bossed around. He loves tricks, especially when he's the one playing them, but hates to be tricked. He can be perverted and lewd, and isn't anywhere near gentle. He can be a smooth-talker, as well as seductive and flirtacious. But he never allows himself to become emotionally attatched to anybody. ➔Don't judge me because of it... XXXXXLife as a God was refined and luxurious for the longest of times for young Phobos. He and his twin, Deimos, lived in Greece for centuries to come, causing fear and terror only when need be. He was worshipped and feared; worshipped for his attractive looks and seductive nature (from their mother, Aphrodite) and feared for his bitter attitude and hot temper (from their father, Ares). Occasionally he ventured down to earth from Olympus to amuse and entertain himself, but always ended up returning. He seduced women often, creating evil children that ended up walking the world. To name a few, Countess Elizabeth Bathory, Queen Mary I, Attila the Hun and Josef Stalin were all his offspring. Finally, after Adolf Hitler's genocide, the evil Greek god decided that enough was enough. He finished producing children and remained in Olympus for decades to come, coming down to earth only on rare occasions. In one of his most recent visits, he was mortally wounded and rushed to a hospital in Maine, only miles from St. Mary's. While he was under in surgery, doctors claim he was mumbling strange things. So, he was sent to St. Mary's and dubbed mentally ill. It was while in the asylum that he met a young nurse, named Louise. He and she became close in the few months he resided in the hospital. It was a late October night that his labotomy was scheduled, but Louise tried to break him out the night before. Her attempts were to no avail, alas he was unable to escape. He was labotomized - the final labotomy of St. Mary's. Since it was with but mortal tools that the surgeons used, his labomoty wasn't successful. He went on a rampage after awakening, killing everyone in the hospital. It was rumored that the asylum was shut down due to labotomy practice, but it was truly shut down due to the mass murderer haunting the halls. When Phobos was finally found by his twin, Deimos, the two bound together with their Roman counterparts and swore to get their revenge. They remained in the hospital, recruiting the phobics to make their existences known. They pull the strings... Malevolent Nightmares 
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 5:11 pm
xxxxxтнє иєє∂ тσ киσω ➔My birth certificate says... XXXXXKatarzyna Imogen & Pandora Jinx Prince ➔But you can call me... XXXXXKat and Pandora ➔I was born on... XXXXXMarch 18th and December 12th ➔Therefor I am... XXXXXFifteen and Seventeen xxxxxxxxxιт's cℓαssιғιє∂ ➔I only blush... XXXXXStraight and Bisexual ➔I love... XXXXX• Flowers
• Music
• Reading // Dancing
• Writing // Singing
• Gardening // Partying
• Smiling
• Laughing
• Animals
• Sunlight // Darkness
• The sun // the moon
• Stars
• Astronomy
• Cosplaying
• Dressing up
• Cooking
• Baking
• Gymnastics
• Sweets // Spicy food
• Board games // Sports
• Nice people // Mischief ➔I hate... XXXXX• Insects
• Loud noises
• Pain
• Death
• Being alone
• Huge crowds
• Anger // People who can't take jokes
• Darkness // Brightness
• Sports // Tedious activities
• Troublemakers // Over-sweet people
• Snakes
• Spiders
• Sharks
• Being afraid
• Attention // Being ignored
• Being sleepy
• Fire
• Clowns
• Vegetables ➔I'm horrified of... XXXXXAstraphobia (fear of storms) and Agliophobia (fear of pain) // Merinthophobia (fear of being bound or tied up) and Mnemophobia (fear of memories) ➔Like it or not... XXXXXKat and Pandora are exactly alike, but polar opposites. Kat is sweet and positive, but isn't outgoing or fun-loving like her sister. She's cautious and easily spooked, but is very affectionate and responsible. She acts like the older of the two, being more courteous around others. She hates being impolite and impolite people, and is quite prude at times. She's punctual and practical, and mature and modest. Kat is easily flustered and really doesn't have the most common sense. She's sympathetic and sincere, but sugar-coats things in fear of hurting peoples' feelings. She's not selfish, and she's very hard-working. But this positive blonde is very sensitive, and her feelings are easily hurt. She's sweet and forgiving, and tends to hide her true feelings from people. She's forgiving and understanding, and quite motherly. She's reasonable and rational and a sweet, solitary girl most of the time.
Pandora is the wittier of the two sisters. She's outgoing and optomistic, but quite immature. She likes to have fun and party with people, and she loves to flirt. She easily becomes jealous and tends to pout or sulk when she doesn't get what she wants. When Pandora isn't happy, she makes sure no one else is happy. She isn't mean, but likes to have things her way. She's intelligent and reckless, but doesn't use her brain often. She's a seductress and loves to let her wild side shine through. She thinks highly of herself and is often called a b***h due to her confident nature. She's charming and a tease, but can be sweet when she wants. Pandora is very sweet when you get her alone, but she puts on a tough exteriour when in groups. She's narrow-minded and doesn't like being proved wrong- especially by her little sister. She can be serious at times, as well as mature, but just prefers to be fun and slightly obnoxious. She isn'y easily angered, but is easily annoyed and tends to snap when she gets irritated. Pandora is just a complex girl. ➔Don't judge me because of it... XXXXXPandora was born two years prior to her sister, Katarzyna, to Selvester and Desdemona Prince. Selvester was a tycoon- a rich businessman with more than enough money to support himself and his family. He was always off on business, though, and their mother was usually out gambling or sleeping around when her husband was away. Kat and Pandora were raised by different nannies, maids and butlers in a huge mansion. Kat spent most of her time outdoors in the gardens, helping the gardeners, while Pandora spent most of her time indoors in the music room, learning to sing and dance and play instruments. They didn't spend much time with each other, but loved each other dearly. It was when their mother hired a new butler - Erik - that everything changed. Erik was one of Desdemona's guilty pleasures, a young handsome man she slept with often. One night, though, when both Desdemonda and Selvester were gone, Erik had ventured into Kat's and Pandora's room. At this time, Pandora was thirteen and Kat was eleven. A heavy thunderstorm raged outside, tying into Kat's phobia of storms. Erik bound and tied Pandora up (hence her fear) and burtally raped the girl, then proceeding to beat her sister. Both Prince sisters had to be taken to the emergency room, where they remained for weeks to come. They were both in shock and traumatized from the night's events. It was that night that caused their phobias. After that, their lives went on normally but they were never the same. They pull the strings... Malevolent Nightmares Kat has green eyes and blonde hair. Pandora has purple eyes and teal hair.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 5:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 5:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 4:22 pm
 >--» Mister ER «--<<
►Adrien Zac Evans◄
►Eighteen◄
►Bisexual◄
Outgoing // Daring // Uncaring
►Malevolent Nightmares◄
[Rp sample of at least a paragraph]  >--» Mister Nobody «--<<
►January R. Grey◄
►Seventeen◄
►Bisexual◄
Quiet // Nervous // Distant
►Malevolent Nightmares◄
[Rp sample of at least a paragraph]  >--» Mister Photographer «--<<
►August Mikhail Aristo◄
►Sixteen◄
►Straight◄
Amitable // Curious // Sly
►Malevolent Nightmares◄
[Rp sample of at least a paragraph]  >--» Miss Leading Lady «--<<
►Quintessa Quorra Kaster◄
►Seventeen◄
►Straight◄
Ambitious // Independent // Intelligent
►Malevolent Nightmares◄
[Rp sample of at least a paragraph]  >--» Miss Sarcastic «--<<
►Pandora Katarzyna Prince◄
►Fifteen◄
►Pansexual◄
Disrespectful // Sarcastic // Devious
►Malevolent Nightmares◄
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:03 pm
  .XXXXXX ☸ ▏▏Flesh is burningXXXXxxxXXXXX
You can [ smell ] it in the air
Cause men like you have such an easy soul to stealxxx
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e while they ink numbers in your head You're a s l a v e until the end of т ι м є here XXXXX☠ All his dreams finally come true. Prisoners, captured by fear. Locked away in his hell. His hell, as it had been for months upon months until his brain had finally snapped. He'd gone on a rampage after he had been labotomized. Well, it had been an attempted labotomy. And a failed one. It was at that that a smirk had to curl his pierced lips up coldly, his white eyes flickering with a sort of twisted amusement. The screams of terror filling his ears was like a sort of music, loud and piercing but beautiful and harsh. He listened carefully, eyelids fluttering as if in a trance. They were soon mellowed out before finally silencing, much to his remorse. His eyelids popped open, eyes now filled with bitter hatred. Hatred of humans, and how easily their emotions overwhelmed them. How they acted without thinking. How daft and low they were compared to Gods. His lips curled and his muscles went rigid, fingers curling around the dark material that was his pants. Beneath the thin fabic that was his multi-colored shirt, dark tattoos stood out. His body was tense as he finally stood. In the darkness that was his old room, Adrien closed his eyes, wishing himself back up to Olympus where he belonged. But after his massacre, he would never be welcomed. His twin, on the other hand, would be welcomed with open arms. He'd be shunned. Bitter emotions laced through the handsome God, his teeth baring once again. Being alone in an insane asylum had changed the handsome God from cocky and seductive to twisted and demented. He'd been partially so before the incident, but now all he could think about was torturing humans as they had tortured him. While in thought, the dark- and light-haired male began to hear scuffling. Through the thunder of the storm, he heard their captives moving about in their chambers- discovering their escapes. Or, so they'd think. Their number of captives ranged between ten and fifteen- male and female. All under the age of twenty, yet none young crybabies. He doubted and hoped seriously that none would submit quickly to the fears they would have to overcome. Then, this game just wouldn't be as fun.
It was as he heard the final creak of passageways that Adrien sprung into action. He couldn't let them know who he was. He had a phobia of skin to skin contact as his cover-up, in case anyone decided to be nosy. He was quick to dash out of the darkened room, striding confidently into the spooky halls. Cobwebs lined the corners, bloodstains splattered on the walls. Occasionally, his stark-white eyes came to rest upon the decayed body of one of his victims. Each time, his grin would grow wider and wider until he couldn't contain his joy any further. A wild, psychotic laugh escaped his pierced lips. For effect upon his victims, without thought, the crazed "demon" (as he'd been called before killing his victims) ripped the piercings from his right brow, leaving a bloody mess for someone to clean up as he wished. He would play as a follower, silent in the background. He would watch the humans' reactions to their fears as they were periodically introduced. Blood dripping down in front of his right eye, his hair fell in his left. His laugh dimmed and his smile disappeared. He had to pretend to fear. He had to pretend that he held any human emotions- fear particularly. Otherwise, he'd never be able to gain their trust. And that was what he wanted. Trust from the victims. The pain in their eyes as they would stare up at their friend- just before their demise. The stunningly attractive, yet somehow creepy, male knew where each of the passages headed. To what had once been the cafeteria. He'd be the first there, to introduce himself brightly to each person. ...That won't quite work, now will it? I can't be bright and happy while I stare "death" in the face... How am I to ever last a day in this masquerade? he thought to himself, sighing bitterly. By the time his train of thought had de-railed, he'd reached the cafeteria. No one had arrived yet, thankfully. He sat in a corner, rubbing his hands over the wound in his face. The blood smeared all over his fingers and wrists, along with his entire face. He then proceeded with the piece de resistance. A mortified shriek tore through his throat, his face buried in his hands as if he was in shock. He then heard the passages begin to open.    So sedated as they medicate ☢ your [ brain ] XXXXXXXXAnd while you s l o w l y go insane they tell you"Given with the [ best intentions ], help you with your c o m p l i c a t i o n s."Layout by Xx_Beautiful Oblivion_xX 
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 8:10 pm
 ღ ╏ Her feelings she [ hides ]xxxx.xHer d r e a m s she can't findShe's losing her m i n dxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxShe's f a l l i n g ⇩ behind ☀ The darkness was what first overwhelmed Katarzyna Prince. Then the cold. Then the screams. Finally, the feeling of being alone. Where was Pandora? She groped around in the darkness, unable to feel her sister's hand. Where was she? The fifteen-year-old's mind was concentrated solely upon finding her sister- that is, until she heard the thunder. It shook the entire facility, making her scream. She clapped her hands over her ears, sitting up and pulling her legs against her chest. Her eyes were open, filling with tears and fear, as lightning filled the room through the two tiny windows. She saw the blood upon the walls, not knowing if it was fresh or not. Not wanting to find out. Her fears overwhelmed her. Her scream finally quieted when all she heard was the pounding of rain upon the roof and walls. It was less horrifying, and somewhat comforting. She knew rain couldn't hurt her. It was simply water. But thunder- thunder was the sound of lightning. And lightning could easily kill someone. That she knew for a fact. Tears now flowing freely down her cheeks, Kat was brisk in getting to her feet. In the back of her mind, she noted the scarce amount of clothing upon her body. A simple tank top and some shorts. No shoes, no socks. She clearly hadn't been dressed by herself- let alone Pandora or a maid. They knew she hated even semi-revealing clothes. Usually she'd wear some sort of long frilly dress that got dirty in the gardens. Her hands went up to explore her face and hair. No makeup on, and her right eye was clearly severely bruised. It'd begun to swell, as well as feel tender and hot. As her hands trailed to her hair, she felt the beautiful blonde locks falling in curls around her bare shoulders and neck. Luckily, she found there to be a rubber band on her wrist, with which she tied her hair back. As her self-inspection had finished, she found no severe injuries on her body but the bruise on her eye and some slight tender red spots on her shoulders and arms. Perhaps a sign of struggle? The girl demanded her mind stray from those thoughts and she squared her shoulders, thankful for no further thunder or lightning.
She ventured tentatively to the door which she'd seen as per due to the lightning, reaching out and grasping the knob with the most confidence the young girl could muster. The knob turned with ease and the door creaked only lightly as she managed to push it open. The hallway had a single flickering light that she spied, and it was only dim. Her barefeet began to move her dleicate body forward but stopped almost immediately. Pain shot through her body- severe enough to make her wish death to descend. She screamed, petrified, and collapsed to the cold, hard tile floor. To make matters worse, thunder shook the building again, followed briskly by multiple flashes of lightning. She managed to crawl back into the room, slamming the door preceding her. It was only then that the storm seemed to calm back to a drizzle, and her pain was subdued. Sobbing hopelessly, she crawled back to the hard bed. It was there that the young blonde remained- that is, until she heard the ever so faint clammer of a door closing. Then footsteps in the hall. Every instinct told her body to hide, which she did, beneath the bed. While under the bed, though, the girl found her escape. She was quick to open the hidden door and escape the hell-hole of a room, fumbling down the passageway as far as it led her. Finally, she saw the faint cracks of light as she stumbled upon another hidden doorway. As she opened this and climbed out, she heard the mortifying and almost metallic-like sound of a man screaming. His screaming faded in and out, but she was too scared to go see if he was okay. She didn't move far before curling up, feeling utterly lost and alone.☾Pandora more than likely would've been able to remain asleep through the storm, if it hadn't been for those annoying screams of horror that made her skin crawl. Blood chilling and muscles tightening, the lovely young woman sat up, her violet eyes fluttering slightly. She muttered a few curses, cranky as ever after being rudely woken, before sitting up in the uncomfortable bed. It was late that she realized she wasn't in her own bedroom, in her own bed. And it wasn't the uncomfortable bed that gave it away. It was the odd smell. Faint, but significant. She remembered it from that fateful night she'd attempted to wipe from her memory. Blood. Stale, not nearly fresh. Weeks old. Her skin crawled once more and she gave her head a light shake, eyes closing tightly. She didn't dare think about where she was, just about getting out. She had to get out. She had to find Kat- Kat. Katarzyna. Katarzyna Imogen Prince, her little sister. Her little big sister. The pitter-patter of rain made her heart stumble and skip a few beats in her chest. Where was Kat? Was she okay? What had happened? Many thoughts swam through her head, many questions and many gruesome answers. That was, sadly, how her thought process worked. Bad questions with bad answers. Scary thoughts. Bile began to well in her throat, and she forced it down, eyes closed as she went to move towards the door.
Thing was, as soon as she moved on the bed, the realization hit her. She felt the bindings upon her wrists, ankles, neck and hips. They were too tight, too rough and too uncomfortable. Too real to be true. Her worst fear. Being bound, ever since she was little, was something Pandora had hated. She rarely even wore tight clothes, in fear of the memories flooding back. And that little thought was the thing that triggered her other fear. Erik. Dark hair, dark eyes. Large, warm hands. A cold, bitter soul. She'd been raped. At such a young age. She'd lost her innocence due to her mother's whorish stupidity. Anger boiled in her stomach, but was overcome by fear. Vivid images and replays of that awful night made her eyes close tight, her refusal to scream or let tears leak from her beautiful indigo pools strong. She remained silent and still until the memories passed and her binds seemed to dissipate. She began to wiggle her body, slightly at first until she felt nothing. Part of her brain promised that it had all been an illusion, but the other part was still freaking out about her phobias. She made both halves of her brain quiet and got up from the bed, vaguely aware of the capri pants and t-shirt she was fitted in. Socks, as well. Clothes weren't a matter to her, though, as she began to explore her confinement. She, loving horror films, knew better than to check the door. So she resorted to checking everywhere else but. It took little time until she found the secret wormhole, which she was both nervous and excited about further exploring. Pandora, dark teal locks falling messily around her mid-back, made her way through the tunnel before finding the exit as everyone else would. With little trouble, she clambered out and surveyyed the room around her. The screams of a boy were of no matter as she spied her blonde sister, curled up and scared. She was quick to run to her, wrapping her arms around Kat's delicate frame. "Oh, Kitty Kat. Are you okay? I was so worried," she whispered softly, breath catching as she felt her sister's tears wet her shoulder. The blonde was too choked up to speak, so Pandora simply cradled her sister tightly, shushing her as she began to see more people emerging into the room.♫ // She paints her fingernails in black, she's on the run
On the [ wrong ] side of the tracks where life is f u n
Points ⇨ a f i n g e r, but there's nobody to b l a m e
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 5:39 am
█████▌𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖣× ↶𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪 !!!
☭*𝖨* 𝖠𝖬 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖮 «𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖳𝖤𝖢𝖳» 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖵𝖤 »𝖸𝖮𝖴˚« !! ☭ [ Katarzyna ⋆ Prince ]  Coy ♧ Childish ♧ Innocent ♧ Affectionate
█▐▐▐ '𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓲'𝓶 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮 ▐▐▐ █
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖶𝗁𝗒, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 Katarzyna Ekaterina Prince.
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝘷𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 Kat or Kitty Kat.
𝖸𝗈, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍! 𝖡𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 sixteen.
𝖲𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾! 𝖨'𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 1st year high school student.
𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 dorm 4o1 on the fourth floor 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 Kaoru and Kukiko.
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 the USA 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 Miami, Florida.
𝖠𝗆 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅? 𝖮𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 four feet, ten inches.
𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 lesbian 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝘷𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 free as a bird!
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝘷𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝘷𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌: Kat is a shy and timid young girl with about as much courage as a butterfly. She's easily spooked and skitters away from uncomfortable topics ovbiously. She's a bit hard to figure out, but once you get to know her, she's like no other. She's easily embarrassed and easily frightened, but is a real sweetheart around people. She loves to smile and laugh with her friends, and loves it when others around her smile and laugh. She views herself as a burden and a weakling, and comes off very servile when she's first confronted. She doesn't like speaking out and hates disappointing. She's a very sweet and loving person, and tends to be overly affectionate at times. She really doesn't know what the words "personal space" mean and loves to snuggle with others. Although sweet and innocent, Kat can easily come off as annoying due to her insecurities about being unaccepted and alone.
𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐... 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾
Cuddling/snuggling
Warm weather
Swimming
Popsicles
Bunny-rabbits
Kittens
Bright colors
Laughter
Singing
Music
Dancing
Solitude
Reading
Napping
Friends
𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾:
Being utterly alone
Rainy weather
Darkness
Scary movies
Men
Storms
Being a disappointment
Being a weakling
Big dogs
Being treated like a child
Crowds
Liars
Lots of attention
Being ignored
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝘷𝖾𝗌. D𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆! Sylvester Prince // father // age 42
Naomi Prince // mother // age 39
Erik Prince // older brother // age 20
Imogen Prince // younger sister // age 13
𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. As a young child, Kat adored growing up in a big city. She felt like a princess and was treated like one, since she was the only daughter the Prince family had at the time. Her father and mother, along with her elder brother, all adored her and her innocence. At a young age, she immediately took a liking to swimming, though. This made her mother, Naomi, concerned about her safety. But her concern washed away for Kat when she was gifted with another child. At age three, the girl was given a baby siter named Imogen, who she loved dearly with all her heart. Several times, as Imogen was a baby, the young babe would get overly curious and get into much trouble. It was these incidents that Kat had to clean up after, in fear of her father's dangerous temper. He was never abusive, but would often threaten and/or yell at Katarzyna and her older brother. They were brisk in adapting to such tirades.
When Kat was about nine, her innocence still fully in tact, she left her six-year-old sister in their backyard pool, where she nearly drowned. The elder girl had been babysitting, but became sidetracked in attempting to make pancakes for the two. She had to save her sister and was very glad that she did so, but received harsh words from both her parents. Her mother even slapped the young cyan-eyed girl. This sent Kat up to her room in tears, where she was "comforted" by her big brother Erik. His comforting was not in a brotherly way, as he was fourteen and going through puberty. He molested his little sister, promising that he loved her. She knew not what he was doing was bad, and kept her mouth shut like a good girl.
Katarzyna told no one about her brother's irregular lovings until she was about thirteen. By then, she'd learnd what he was doing was wrong. She spilled her guts to her best friend, who then proceeded to tell Kat's parents. They had Erik sent to juvy, at age seventeen, then transferred to prison when he turned eighteen. Kat went to counseling regularly with her little sister, Imogen, who ahd also recieved her brother's love in more recent days. The two bonded fast over their experiences, and they both had their own outlets. Kat wrote music, while Imogen began to sing. They were the perfect dynamic duo, for two young girls. So it was much of a heartbreak when they learned that Kat would be the one sent off to make her dreams come true.
☭☭ Committee Secretary ;; Aspiring Songwriter ☭☭
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:25 pm
► K A T A R Z Y N A ◄ // ► G W E N I E R A ◄ // ► P R I N C E ◄ 『This is What my Parent's Called Me』
Katarzyna Gweniera Prince
►But I Can Also be Called◄
Kat, Gwen, Kitty-Kat
▖I Am▖
Sixteen 『Clearly I Am a』
Girly-girl
►Hey Don't Judge Just Cause I'm◄
Openly straight!
▖Gosh This is Rather Annoying▖
Attends high school, part-time job at a tailor shop.
『I Am Forced to Love Them, Doesn't Mean I Gotta Like It Though』
Sylvester Prince // father // age 42
Naomi Prince // mother // age 39
Erik Prince // older brother // age 20
Imogen Prince // younger sister // age 13 ►Don't Hate Cause I'm a◄ Single lady ▖My Heart Skips A Beat Everytime I See Them▖ Eww... 『I Jam to This』 Stronger by Kelly Clarkson ►I Adore These◄
◆ Snuggling
◆ Singing
◆ Laughter
▖Ew! Get These Away▖
◇ Storms
◇ Darkness
◇ Being overly-emotional Behind This Face:
As a young child, Kat adored growing up in a big city. She felt like a princess and was treated like one, since she was the only daughter the Prince family had at the time. Her father and mother, along with her elder brother, all adored her and her innocence. At a young age, she immediately took a liking to swimming, though. This made her mother, Naomi, concerned about her safety. But her concern washed away for Kat when she was gifted with another child. At age three, the girl was given a baby siter named Imogen, who she loved dearly with all her heart. Several times, as Imogen was a baby, the young babe would get overly curious and get into much trouble. It was these incidents that Kat had to clean up after, in fear of her father's dangerous temper. He was never abusive, but would often threaten and/or yell at Katarzyna and her older brother. They were brisk in adapting to such tirades.
When Kat was about nine, her innocence still fully in tact, she left her six-year-old sister in their backyard pool, where she nearly drowned. The elder girl had been babysitting, but became sidetracked in attempting to make pancakes for the two. She had to save her sister and was very glad that she did so, but received harsh words from both her parents. Her mother even slapped the young cyan-eyed girl. This sent Kat up to her room in tears, where she was "comforted" by her big brother Erik. His comforting was not in a brotherly way, as he was fourteen and going through puberty. He molested his little sister, promising that he loved her. She knew not what he was doing was bad, and kept her mouth shut like a good girl.
Katarzyna told no one about her brother's irregular lovings until she was about thirteen. By then, she'd learnd what he was doing was wrong. She spilled her guts to her best friend, who then proceeded to tell Kat's parents. They had Erik sent to juvy, at age seventeen, then transferred to prison when he turned eighteen. Kat went to counseling regularly with her little sister, Imogen, who ahd also recieved her brother's love in more recent days. The two bonded fast over their experiences, and they both had their own outlets. They were the perfect dynamic duo, for two young girls. But then Kat's parents got divorced, and her father was given full custody of her while her mother got full custody of Imogen. The two were immediately separated.
How I Act When No ones Watching:
Kat is a shy and timid young girl with about as much courage as a butterfly. She's easily spooked and skitters away from uncomfortable topics ovbiously. She's a bit hard to figure out, but once you get to know her, she's like no other. She's easily embarrassed and easily frightened, but is a real sweetheart around people. She loves to smile and laugh with her friends, and loves it when others around her smile and laugh. She views herself as a burden and a weakling, and comes off very servile when she's first confronted. She doesn't like speaking out and hates disappointing. She's a very sweet and loving person, and tends to be overly affectionate at times. She really doesn't know what the words "personal space" mean and loves to snuggle with others. Although sweet and innocent, Kat can easily come off as annoying due to her insecurities about being unaccepted and alone.
They Lift Me Up:
Malevolent Nightmares
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