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❛❛__I may have a bark, but I have the bite to back it up. Especially towards that idiot, Koray.__❜❜
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_______________✩___ Hey there! Call me Katarina, Kat, Rina; whatever, really.
_______________✩___ Can't you tell? I'm obviously a female. Are your eyes really that bad?
_______________✩___ Ah ha ha... Yes, I just so happen to be heterosexual.
_______________✩___ You've likely seen me around; afterall, I'm the diner chef.
_______________✩___ My age? Don't know why you really care, but I'm twenty-four years of age.
_______________✩___ The best time of the year? Well of course it would be Summer 9th! Going to buy me a present? I won't refuse <3
_______________✩___ Oh! How could I forget one of the most important things? I live in Monotone Springs
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Okay, first thing you should know; no, I was not born in Monotone Springs, thus I am, obviously, not a native here. Actually, I'm from Aliquam, the kingdom beside Rubrum. Where exactly, I do not actually know; I moved at a young age with my two elder brothers and my parents, and no one really speaks of the reason behind our flee, and as far as I know, we've always been a merchant family. I am quite interested, of course, about the whole ordeal, and I want to return to the place that was once my home, though I doubt it will happen. What, with this planned marriage with the idiotic Koray, and all… I guess I should explain this a bit more, huh?
Okay, like I said, I’m not from here –which, might I add, explains why sometimes I lapse into German (one of the commonly spoken languages in Aliquam) when I’m angry, or use words from my native language subconsciously while speaking English- nor was this the place I actually moved to with my family when we first left Aliquam. No, we moved to a place called Lunar Valley in Silva Viridis; a quaint place by all means, but nothing special either. Of course, coming here to Monotone Springs just went and showed how normal Lunar was; where else can you go that will be completely black and white? Anyways, as I was saying. My family moved there, and only two houses away lived another foreign family; the Aslans. It seems my parents bonded quite quickly with the man and wife in the other house, as they could relate due to the fact neither family could speak English well. Honestly, you would think that would make things more difficult, considering there was really no base ground for them, as my family didn’t know Turkish, while the Aslans didn’t really know German. Nonetheless, they hit it off, if you want to put it that way. And honestly, I was totally fine with that as a child; they had a son, only two months older than myself, who I more or less adored. Of course, with two older brothers, I guess I just considered him like my brothers, so I more or less stayed attached to his arm. And someone to play with that understood what it’s like not being able to understand the other children? Ha, yes please! Of course, that seemed to change soon after we both could grasp English well, as well as bits of each other’s language.
When the Arschloch, Koray –who, in case you couldn’t tell, was the boy I mentioned before- turned seven, and I was just around the corner from being the same age, things just… Changed. It’s like, a switch went off, and he just started hating me! Things started with just little shoves, and then it went to him dumping water on my head, sticking gum in my hair –which, might I add, caused more than a few trims of the hair I’ve always considered very precious- and so on and so forth. A few times, he even made me cry from his pranks. But then, I realized something; I thought “Hey. Why should I cry and put up with him, when I can just fight back?” And that’s exactly what I did, and I’ll even admit myself, I didn’t fight overly fair. But honestly, I’m a girl, and he actually hit me?! What kind of guy does that?! Either way, though, more than a few times did I go home limping and bruised, only to go ahead and lie to my parents the way I always did. How could I tell them the truth when they were so close with the Aslams? My brothers, though, could always tell that no, I didn’t “trip” or get hurt in gym or fall off my bike. I always denied getting bullied –because really? I didn’t. Girls laid off since they saw I could swing a punch from years of practice with the idiot, and most of the guys were already friends with Koray, and never wanted to get between us under any circumstances. Anyways, I continued to stay silent, even to the two boys in my life I adored to no end, but one day… Well, they had enough.
When I was fourteen, I had come home from soccer practice –a perfect excuse for the black eye that was forming, my noticeable limp, and the dried tear stains on my cheeks. There they were; Evan and Cameron standing in front of the door way with their arms crossed. Seeing my state, they grabbed me by my arms, and dragged me into my room, pushing my down onto my bed. They refused to leave until I explained what happened, even after I started crying –hey, when you’re in pain, you have an excuse to be emotional, okay?- which was usually a sure fire way to make them give up, but they stood their ground –but barely. Finally, I gave in, and explained to them the whole thing with Koray that had been raging on for the previous seven years. The little pranks that had lead up to us breaking out in a verbal, or more commonly, a fist fight at our every meeting, which lead to one, if not both, of us going home in a wrecked state. Both Evan and Cam were going down the stairs at that point, rolling up their sleeves to, ah, teach Koray a “lesson”. Though how could I let that happen? I ran in front of them, and blocked the front door –which was thankfully the only entrance/exit, other than the windows. I refused to let them pass… I just couldn’t bare the thought of him coming to school the next day all bandaged and hurt and whatever, and knowing it was my fault. Like, yeah, all the other times he went to school hurt, it was my fault, but… But this was different! It wouldn’t have been me who would have given him those wounds! For all he knew, my brothers were just as clueless about the whole ordeal as the rest of our families! And… I don’t know. There was something else… But… Don’t tell. Seriously, whatever you do, don’t tell anyone, especially Koray. But… I can’t believe I’m actually saying this. Despite the way he hurt me all the time, I… I liked him. I don’t think I realized it until I was more or less protecting him from my own family. By fourteen, though, he had started changing from a little boy –who was actually a pretty cute kid, as much as I hate to admit- to an actual man. I wasn’t the only one to notice either; the idiot probably had –or has, at that- no idea how popular he was. Lunar Valley wasn’t huge, and there wasn’t a huge selection of good looking guys that weren’t already taken. Though really, for all I know, I could have liked him for years, but never accepted it until then. I guess my brothers kinda-sorta figured out my feelings that day, when I refused to let them pass to show Koray not to mess with their little sister. They laid off, but said if things kept getting worse, they wouldn’t stay silent.
After that, we stopped fighting. Actually, it was a little before; around the time we entered high school. And it’s not true that we stopped fighting; we did, maybe even worse than we used to at some times, but I guess it was…Habit? It’s like, we didn’t have a burning hatred for each other anymore, but we didn’t know what to do around the other but fight. Not really that surprising, as we had our little war for years on end. Things stopped, and we could actually be civil with each other in the halls –well, if you count just merely glaring, and not speaking to one another civil. We made small talk here and there when our families met to keep up the whole façade –which, unfortunately, was pretty much every Saturday night when we would go to their house for dinner, or vice versa. I was living my life know, aspiring to become a chef or fashion designer, so I was focused on school. I even made a few girlfriends around that time, now that they realized I was human, and not, as one girl put it, a ravenous beast. And then it happened. You know that arranged marriage thing I was talking about before? Well, this is where the whole explanation of that starts.
I actually knew about it before Koray. One day, when he was sleeping over at a friend’s house or something –personally, I’m not totally convinced he wasn’t with some skank or something; the Valley had plenty of them- his parents came over for dinner. I left them around ten to go do my homework, and because they were bringing out the alcohol. Around 11:30, though, I crept downstairs to get a drink before I went to bed. And that’s when I heard Mr. Aslam’s voice. “It’d be good for them,” he had said, “I’ve seen the way Katarina has walked back here a few times, with bruises scattered all over her body.” My mother’s voice came in then, “She keeps telling us things like she tripped or got hurt in soccer, though I’m not quite convinced she’s been telling us the truth.” I was able to picture Mr. Aslam nod, before his voice came in again, “Exactly. I think someone has been after her, and for a long time. Koray keeps coming home hurt as well, so he’s obviously been in his share of fights; he’d know how to hold his own. I think if the two were to be married, Katarina’s injuries would stop.” I was tempted to burst into the room then, and yell that it was a horrible idea, but bit my hand, and ran upstairs again, not really caring if they knew I was there or not; how could I have stayed there with them discussing a marriage I had no desire of being a part of. Though, it wasn’t completely out of the blue; I already knew arranged marriages were the com in Turkey, and even that Mr. and Ms. Aslam weren’t married because they loved one another.
Either way, I distanced myself after that; both from my parents, and then from Koray. There’s no way I could look him in the eye knowing he would be my future husband. Like, yes I did still have stirring feelings for him, and I personally wouldn’t have minded being wedded to him, but he hated me! He was probably sick to the core at the idea! If he even knew. Which, by the reaction of the news on his sixteenth birthday, and the way I was dressed, showed this was all brand new to his ears. And by this, I mean that before his birthday –which our families celebrated together, the same with the birthdays of me, my brothers, or either of our families- my mother had decided she wanted to help me get ready. She did my hair and make-up with the utmost care, though when I needed to dress, she put a blindfold over my eyes so I couldn’t see how I was dressed. Mother just stripped me of my house robe, and helped me step-by-step, blindly put on the outfit. We drove the short distance from my house to Koray’s, my eyes still covered. When I stepped out, I heard him starting to protest, and ask what the hell was going on, when my blindfold was removed, and I was pushed to him without a word of consent. I only caught a glimpse of white, before I stepped on the dress I was in, and tripped; surprisingly enough, the a** actually caught me –probably more from reflexes than wanting to actually catch me. “Happy Engagement!” our parents said in unison, and only then did I realize not only was I still holding onto Koray from almost falling flat on my face, but I was also dressed in my mother’s old wedding dress, which I had always dreamt to also be married in. Yeah. Well. That was awkward. W-what? No! I am not blushing from the memory! Th-that happened ages ago! Koray h-has probably forgotten about th-that day all together! It’s not like he even wanted it. As soon as he found out, he went running off to Goddess-knows where. Not like that really surprised me –though it did hurt a bit. Then again, who would ever want to be wedded to the woman they despised with their heart and soul? At least, since he was gone, I was able to start ranting to our parents while he was gone, and voice what a horrible idea this was. After a while, Koray came back and joined me, but our words were turned to deaf ears. Both of us fought for a week, only speaking to our parents when we were yelling at them, and finally, they gave in; they agreed we would not wed until high school was over; actually, Koray convinced them to wait until we had gained our higher education and the like. After we were both done our schooling –well, technically, after Koray was done his schooling, considering I went straight into the kitchens after high school, moving to a larger city to pursue my cooking career- we would both have exactly one year to find someone else we loved, or we would be married, no questions asked.
Anyways. Enough about that. New topic! When I was hit by a car! So. After we first heard of the new, and made the deal with our parents about the whole arranged marriage thing, we did the only thing we could to try and make things go back to normal; taunt each other like no bloody tomorrow. One day, though, we were walking home from school on opposite sides of the road, when we realized where the other was. I was going to go on my way, and ignore the idiot, but when his voice rang out and insult, I stopped to shoot one back. This went back and forth a few times, before he said something about me –if I remember right, he said I would probably be a cheating whore for a wife or something- I had enough and was ready to kick his Turkish a**. Of course, rage was blinding me, so I didn’t have the sense to look to see if anyone was coming before I crossed the street. Some guy, probably drunk, was speeding down the road, and hit me; it’s a miracle I didn’t die upon contact. I remember the car making the connection to my legs, then flipping on top of the car, and rolling for a split second before I came back in contact with the ground; it all happened so fast, I had no time to even scream. I think I blacked out as soon as I hit the ground from the pain. I don’t really know what happened, but I vaguely remember waking up in a white hospital room, hearing Koray’s voice talking to a doctor –though, for all I know, it could have been Evan, or Cameron, or my dad, or one of my friends. The voices were hard to catch, and I couldn’t make out words, so I just lapsed back into the drug-induced sleep I was in before. About two weeks later, the doctors allowed me to leave, giving me a hell of a lot of pain killers, and a set of crutches, since my right ankle was broken –I got almost everyone in the Valley to sign it, but for some reason, the a** refused; probably didn’t want to have anything to do with me- and I had six bruised ribs, along with bruises all along my body. The doctor’s never did actually tell me what happened after I was hit, or who brought me here, though. A shame; I really wanted to say thank you. Though I have a little daunting feeling that the incident is actually why Koray focused in class after, and claimed he wanted to be a doctor. Ha, I take that back; he probably would have been overjoyed had I died. It would have gotten him out of an arranged marriage the easy way.
After I healed up, we were back at each other’s throats, trying to kill each other more than ever. But near the end of our senior year, we went back to ignoring each other, and focused on having fun for our last school days. Graduation came and left, and like I said before, after high school, I moved to the city. Koray, from what Evan and Cameron told me, had also left the Valley, to pursue his doctoring career, while I, after two years in a small restaurant plus three years in a five star restaurant that offered me a job, I managed to become the head chef. Unfortunately, when the 47-year-old owner of the restaurant tried making advances on me, and I denied –actually, I hit him with a frying pan, since it was after hours and everyone had left for the night, leaving me to do last minute things in the kitchen- him, I was fired in a heartbeat. For the next year, I went and moved back in with my parents –which, might I say, wasn’t the most amazing thing at twenty-three- and worked in the local inn after that to slip money into my parents’ wallets for letting me back home. About a year later, soon after I turned twenty-four, my parents told me to look into a little place called Raynebow Valley –the way they were overly happy about the whole thing should have tipped me off, but, of course, I didn’t even think of why they wanted me to go to some crazy messed up place. Anyways, they had a job opening in the diner for the chef, and in a place that far in the middle of nowhere, I doubted anyone would have heard of the whole incident in the city. So I sent in a resume to the Valley, and when I got a response saying I got the job, I up and packed my bags, and hopped on the next ferry there. After switching to two other ferries, the trip taking a good two days along with every meal I ate, I arrived. I went to the Inn, got a room, and settled in, before I went to take a look around my new “home”. And figures. Who else did I just have to come face-to-face with, than the Arschloch who I’m engaged to. When I called home, to see if I could come back, I got to find out that Oh! My parents went on a trip with the Amsals around the world. And by the time they get back to Lunar Valley, if Koray and I don’t both have new lovers, we’re stuck with each other. Whoopie.
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Well. Might as well get this part out of the way, since it's always the most awkward to admit -I have self esteem issues that you can't even imagine. My family and friends back home always told me I looked cute, or pretty, and that I didn't need to have to be as self concious as I am, but really, those words went in one ear and out the other. Like, I know I should be happy to have the... figure I have, but I would rather be straight and flat as a board if it kept creepy old men from giving me the eye. Also, I swear to the Goddess, if you try saying I only say I'm self concious is to get attention and compliments, be prepared to get an earful of colourful language, as well as a slap depending on who you are.
But yes. That's out of the way. I can continue now. Over the years of fighting a paticular Turkish-speaking moron, I have learned how to hold my own in a fight of argument and I have more determination than I know what to do with. You want to try and make me back down first in a dispute? Go right ahead. I can assure it won't work out well for you. But don't think I'm a "badass" or whatever. Seriously, I don't even like fighting. Yeah, it can be an adreneline rush, but I already have too may scars from over the years. On the contrary, despite the fact I can get annoyed easily, I prefer being cheerful; talking and socializing is just my thing. If I hadn't become a chef, I'd likely have become a teacher or politician or something like that.
I guess you can more or less wrap me up to be a relatively normal person. Don't look at me like that! Who even asks someone to describe their own personality anyways?!
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_______________✩___ Do I look fat? The last time I checked the scale, I was 138 pounds. W-wait, why do you even want to know?!
_______________✩___ Place me next to a ruler, and it will say I'm 5'4". Yes, I know I'm short. Shut up.
_______________✩___ What else have I done to myself? I have two peircings on each ear lobe. Problem with that?
_______________✩___ You want to get on my good side? Easy! Give me these! Koray, Stew, Bread, Sea Shells (they're so pretty!), cherries and pineapples!
_______________✩___ But blegh; I'd rather not recieve any of these... Staying in one place for a long time, carrots, chickens (don't ask), and honey.
_______________✩___ Shh, shh! Don't tell anyone! I'm truly afriad of Losing my brothers or Koray, Dying, and Heights. And Cars. Never going to forget that accident.
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