|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 9:31 am
N e v e e Vanity Fleurieu Have you ever fed a lover xxx
With just your hands?xxxx
Closed your eyes and trusted, xxxxx
Just trusted. xxxxxx
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter xxxxxxx
In the air?xxxxxxxx
Have you ever looked fear in the facexxxxxxxxx
And said, "I just don't care."xxxxxxxxxx  `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
✹ xCould anything have gone wrong? It was snowing like hell outside, cold as ******** and there wasn't a person around for miles! Not to mention, Nevee's blue Honda Civic had broken down in the middle of a road! While she didn't know anything about cars, she knew it wouldn't be up and running until someone could get a good look at it. And seeing as Christmas was right around the corner, and the weather wasn't in her favor, the blonde girl was stranded. Her grey-blue eyes closed as she folded her arms against the steering wheel, laying her forehead there. The warm air stopped blowing from the open vents, and it began to get cold in the car. The girl looked behind her seat, searching for her purse. She found it, dug in the pockets and fished out a cell phone. It was old, a flip-phone, but she simply opened it and studied the screen. A curse escaped her pink lips as she gave a sigh. "Of course! Of course there's no signal. I'm in the middle of ******** nowhere," she whined angrily, grinding her teeth briefly. Nevee rubbed her forehead briefly, looking out the window. Her only hope would be to walk somewhere until she found some place with people.
✹ xThe blonde girl reached into the bag in the passenger seat, picking out a hat, scarf, heavy jacket and gloves. She already had sweat pants, winter boots and a sweater on. Wiggling into the heavy gear, she opened her car door and climbed out, buffeted by the cold North wind. Pulling he scarf up over her face, she narrowed her eyes and trudged forward. Following the road, trees on either side, Nevee felt tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked them back and swallowed the lump in her throat. Now I'm never going to get to Jackson's. I'm gonna freeze and die out here, she thought pessimistically, rubbing her eyes with her gloved hands. Snowflakes from the sky littered her blonde curls that poked out from under the hat, melting against her pale, warm skin. While Nevee was normally a total optimist with nothing bad to say about anyone or anything, she felt unsettled and alone in the cold.
✹ xIt was when she heard the faint voice of someone up ahead that her spirits rose and a hopeful look glimmered in her eyes. Please don't be a murderer or rapist or anything like that, she prayed silently, taking a deep breath and walking forward. Her steps were steady and paced, but she wanted to run until she found whoever was talking. Her throat stung from the cold air, her cheeks and nose flushed. "Hello? Hello? Is anyone out there?" she called hesitantly, but loudly, hoping someone heard. Trudging forward, eyes squited, the blue-clad blonde thought she could make out shapes. A person and, behind that person, a building! Oh, hopefully a building with a hot shower, fire, hot chocolate and a telephone! How she would cry if they had a hot shower. And a phone, of course. Or cellular signal. Digging in the pockets of her sweat pants, however, Nevee cursed angrily. She'd forgotten her phone, as well as all of her other things, in her car! She could go back to get that after she unthawed, though.
✹ xThe blonde girl picked up her pace, finally about to make out slight features of the dark-haired male. "Please, can you help me?" she called, voice wavering with unshed tears.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´  xxx Have you ever hated yourself
xxxxFor staring at the phone?
xxxxxYou're whole life waiting on the ring,
xxxxxxTo prove you're not alone.
xxxxxxxHave you ever been touched so gently
xxxxxxxxYou had to cry?
xxxxxxxxxHave you ever invited a stranger
xxxxxxxxxxTo come inside?
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 3:18 pm
xxxxxF e l i x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxZ a n e
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxS t r o n g text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text
text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text
text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text N e v e e xxxxx
Vanity xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Fleurieuxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:09 pm
N e v e e Vanity Fleurieu Have you ever fed a lover xxx
With just your hands?xxxx
Closed your eyes and trusted, xxxxx
Just trusted. xxxxxx
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter xxxxxxx
In the air?xxxxxxxx
Have you ever looked fear in the facexxxxxxxxx
And said, "I just don't care."xxxxxxxxxx `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
✹ xAn early run was the only thing that kept Nevee sane. That, and camping. Clad in grey gym shorts and a work-out tanktop, her hair slicked back in a tight ponytail, the blonde circled the track for her fourth time. After this last lap, she would finish up with some stretches before retreating to the locker room to shower before classes started. It was best to come out and swim or run in the early morning when no one was around. Either that or late at night. But, in the morning, there was dew on the ground and the world smelt new and fresh. The only bad part about running the morning was the stench. If you were to run out of time to shower, you'd end up going to all of your classes smelling like a rank dumpster. Smirking slightly at that thought, the blonde picked up her pace. She had to be quick before classes started. As she finished her final lap, slowing a bit, Nevee branched off the track and walked toa bench. She downed a couple gulps of water, panting slightly. She reached down and touched her toes, sweat beading on her forehead.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ xxx Have you ever hated yourself
xxxxFor staring at the phone?
xxxxxYou're whole life waiting on the ring,
xxxxxxTo prove you're not alone.
xxxxxxxHave you ever been touched so gently
xxxxxxxxYou had to cry?
xxxxxxxxxHave you ever invited a stranger
xxxxxxxxxxTo come inside?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 3:59 pm
the daughter of a murderer  [ Mercy Juniper-Faye Valero ] [ seventeen ] xxx [ heterosexual ] xxx [ january 19th ] [ blunt ] xxxxx [ indifferent ] xxxxx [ headstrong ] Standing at ::
xxxxxxx[ five feet, three inches ]
Weighing in at ::
xxxxxxx[ one-hundred, three pounds ]
Shiny and sharp ::
xxxxxxx[ two in each ear, one in her bellybutton ]
Inked all over ::
xxxxxxx[ an inked-white dove on her right hand, between her thumb and forefinger ]
Stories to tell ::
xxxxxxx[ a couple on her left hip, three on her left wrist ]
Loved ::
xxxxxxx[ reading ] [ writing ] [ poetry ] [ music ] [ nature ]
Loathed ::
xxxxxxx[ rap music ] [ loud noises ] [ people ] [ her grandfather ] [ being hated ]
Horrified ::
xxxxxxx[ being alone forever ] [ being in small spaces ] [ losing her sanity ]
Spending time ::
xxxxxxx[ writing poetry ] [ reading poetry ] [ going on walks ]
Bits and Pieces ::
xxxxxxx[ she's claustrophobic and has a pet bat named Lenore ] [ little red_xo ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 2:21 pm
the son of a doctor  [ Daniel Greyson Williamson ] [ eighteen ] xxx [ heterosexual ] xxx [ july 30th ] [ curious ] xxxxx [ soft-spoken ] xxxxx [ distant ] Standing at ::
xxxxxxx[ six feet even ]
Weighing in at ::
xxxxxxx[ one-hundred, forty-two pounds ]
Shiny and sharp ::
xxxxxxx[ none ]
Inked all over ::
xxxxxxx[ none ]
Stories to tell ::
xxxxxxx[ burn-scars littering his right shoulder and the right part of his chest ]
Loved ::
xxxxxxx[ hospitals ] [ researching ] [ carnivals ] [ roller coasters ] [ movies ]
Loathed ::
xxxxxxx[ being left out ] [ driving cars ] [ riding in cars ] [ the smell of burning metal and rubber ] [ car rides ]
Horrified ::
xxxxxxx[ car crashes ] [ losing his mother ] [ fire ]
Spending time ::
xxxxxxx[ watching movies ] [ helping his mom at the hospital ] [ voulenteering at the hospital ]
Bits and Pieces ::
xxxxxxx[ he has a pet ragdoll named Casper ] [ little red_xo ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 11:56 am
c a h i l | d e s m o n d | m a g n u s  Name: Cahil Desmond Magnus
Nickname: Callie
Birthday: November 18th
Age: Eighteen
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Family: Parents ;; unknown - Sister ;; unknown
Pets: None
Crush: Aleaha
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Olive-hazel
Height: Five feet, ten inches
Weight: One-hundred, thirty-seven pounds
Piercings: None
Tattoos: His sister's name on his right bicep
Scars: A few insignificant ones
Likes: painting, sculpting, drawing, watching movies, beautiful girls, playing cards, gambling
Dislikes: writing, reading, being cooped up inside, watching tv, obnoxious noises, repetitive songs, candy
Fears: never making it in art
Hobbies: painting, sculpting, getting messy
Personality: sarcastic, creative, observant, curious, witty, blunt, clever, sly, devious, protective
History: Cahil had always been a bit of an oddball within his Catholic family. His parents were strict, stern and always played things by the book. He and his sister had grown distant when she became a selective mute. Things seemed to be falling apart in his world. His parents fought a lot, his sister stopped speaking, and - eventually - he found out that his parents were both having an affair. However, they refused to get a divorce and simply went on fighting. It went on long enough that Cahil decided he didn't want to be around it anymore, got legally emancipated and left his family.
Group: The Mess-Makers
Title: Dirty-Hands
Username: little red_xo d a n i e l | g r e y s o n | k a n a t z a r Name: Daniel Greyson Kanatzar
Nickname: Danny
Birthday: July 30th
Age: Seventeen
Sexuality: Bisexual
Family: Mother ;; Alice Kanatzar
Pets: A ragdoll cat named Casper
Crush: Well, a guy...
Hair Color: Dark brown / black
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: Six feet even
Weight: One-hundred, forty-two pounds
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: Burn-scars all over his right shoulder and chest
Likes: researching, reading, hospitals, Star Trek, Star Wars, video games, old movies
Dislikes: being left out, driving cars, being in cars, vehicles in general, fire, the smell of burning rubber and metal
Fears: fire, losing his mother, getting in another accident
Hobbies: helping his mom at the hospital, reading
Personality: curious, intelligent, naive, quiet, soft-spoken, gentle, distant, hesitant, caring, helpful
History: While his life was wonderful for a so long, everything began going downhill when his younger sister passed away. She had cancer in her brain, and it eventually killed her. This put his father in a deep depression- one he didn't ever get out of. One day, he stopped taking his depression medicine and - with his son in the car - crashed into a semi truck. This killed the man on impact, and severely scarred the boy's chest and right shoulder. Now, it's simply his mother and him. She has changed since the accident, and since his sister's death, but she refuses to give up on him or the people she treats. He's become distant and quiet since everything went down, but still looks to everyone's best interest. He hopes to get his life back on track, and perhaps follow in his mother's footsteps. He doesn't want anyone to have to go through what his sister and family did.
Group: The Geek Squad
Title: Nerdist
Username: little red_xo a s h l i n g | c e l e s t e | h e r o  Name: Ashling Celeste Hero
Nickname: Ashy, Ash
Birthday: March 7th
Age: Sixteen
Sexuality: Pansexual
Family: Mother ;; Erin Hero - Father ;; Jared Hero - Brother ;; Ethan Hero
Pets: A Shepard named Vulcan, a calico named Sekhmet and a baby fox named Cedar.
Crush: Caleb's a sweetie, but Ryan's fun as hell to be around!
Hair Color: Dyed hot pink
Eye Color: Light grey-blue
Height: Five feet, two inches
Weight: Ninety-four pounds
Piercings: Snakebites, one in each ear
Tattoos: None
Scars: A very faint one on her left cheekbone
Likes: music, singing, dancing, partying, cute guys, cute girls, flirting
Dislikes: boring people, school, religion, church, her mean father, her perfect brother
Fears: not living up to her brother's perfection
Hobbies: making mix-tapes, listening to new music
Personality: outgoing, shameless, reckless, flirty, musical, curious, fun-loving
History: Ashling is a very reckless, shameless and fun-loving soul because of her cult-esquely religious family. They live in a secluded homestead, with little technology and contact with the outside world. School is the only exception for young adults like Ashling. She doesn't talk about her home life, but has a tendency to show up in the middle of the night, hysterical, at close friends' houses. She often comes to school with bruises, which she tries to hide with sweaters or jeans. She also doesn't often eat in front of other people, and weighs very little for her size. However, people really don't notice it all that much because of her chipper attitude.
Group: The Sweet Sounders
Title: Mixer
Username: little red_xo r a y v h e n | l e n o r e | a m b r o s i n e  Name: Rayvhen Lenore Ambrosine
Nickname: Ray, Rayvhen
Birthday: October 30th
Age: Seventeen
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Family: Evander Ambrosine ;; grandfather
Pets: Two boas named Poe and Eliza and two corn snakes named Usher and Amontillado
Crush: Tch (Ryder)
Hair Color: Jet black
Eye Color: Grey-blue
Height: Five feet, five inches
Weight: One-hundred, sixteen pounds
Piercings: Snakebites, a nose stud, three in each ear, a barbell in her left ear
Tattoos: "Nevermore" in black cursive on her right wrist
Scars: Several hidden by her tattoo
Likes: poetry, Edgar Allan Poe, skateboarding, horror films, making trouble, stealing
Dislikes: goody two-shoes, school, juvy, getting caught, the police, people who smoke
Fears: getting locked up and being left there
Hobbies: skateboarding, getting in trouble
Personality: reckless, careless, impulsive, harsh, snide, sarcastic, rude, stubborn
History: Rayvhen was put up for adoption by her fifteen year old mother nearly as soon as she was born. Her mother was emancipated, so she had no contact with her own parents, which is why Rayvhen was in and out of foster homes for most of her childhood and early adolescence. This made her the way she is now. When she was fourteen, her grandmother tracked her down and adopted her. Her father is nowhere to be seen, but her mother has made no attempts to contact her own mother or daughter.
Group: The Burnouts
Title: Gruvy-Juvy
Username: little red_xo
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 2:19 pm
 Name: Nixie Lorelei Ianthe
Age: Eighteen
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Mermaid
distant || soft-spoken || harsh || cold || troubled Name: Chelsea "Chesh" Theo Cyrus
Age: Seventeen
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Mermaid
sultry || snide || cunning || mischevious || sneaky Name: Renier "Ren" Dax Kraus
Age: Eighteen
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Werewolf
chivalrous || gentleman || friendly || jokester || "friend-zone" type Name: Cinder Colette Kraus
Age: Seventeen
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Werewolf
optomistic || bubbly || stubborn || forgiving || sweet Name: Mason Alexsander Kraus
Age: Sixteen
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Werewolf
distant || soft-spoken || harsh || cold || troubled
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 6:18 pm
a s h l i n g h e r o ❝If I had a world of my own,
Everything would be nonsense.❞
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆
Hallways
While Ashling's fingers tapped on her left knee anxiously, her top row of teeth chewed a bit nervously on her soft bottom lip. She was putting together a mix tape, but none of the songs seemed to be fitting together quite as well as she had hoped. They clashed, and made her head feel tight. She took the circulatory headphones off of her head, humming softly in thought. She flipped open a notebook, the pages littered with pen and pencil scribblings around lists upon lists of songs. Classical, jazz, rock, pop, country, even foreign music. She fingered through the pages absently, a muscle in her jaw ticking. She could always throw in Shinedown, along with AFI. Then add some classical and jazz. My Morning Jacket was also an option. Her mind was sparking to life with the possibilities and combinations, a smile spreading across her soft face. Though her stomach gnawed with hunger, her head pounded and her slight frame ached from lack of food, she didn't let those little things distract her and - instead - let them fuel her eagerness to finish the tape she was working on and present it to whoever she saw fit. Or whoever she stumbled across first, who might like the little thing. Ashling had found giving people things kept them on her good side- well, who are we kidding? She didn't have a bad side. But making people happy always made her happy.
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆ r a y v h e n a m b r o s i n e ❝No one can ever hurt you,
Or so they say.❞
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆
The Roof
The rooftop was a giantly secluded place that was perfect for getting away from the many assholes of Eastwood. It was especially Rayvhen's favorite place to go when her grandmother was riding her a** to get in contact with her mother. It wasn't like she was trying ot get in contact with her own daughter, so why should she have to try? Muttering a soft curse in her mother's name, the dark-haired girl sat down against the siding of the roof and pulled out a book. It was titled "Poe's Greatest Works", but was battered and looked like it'd gone through a war. Well, seeing as it belonged to Rayvhen, one could say that it'd gone through a war. Briefly touching the leather-bound cover, tracing the faded golden lettering, she then proceeded to flip it open to her favorite poem. "The Raven". Every page in the book had smudged ink words etched into them. Little ryhmes and poems of her own out in the margins, doodles even. It was ovbious that the dark-haired girl's mind tended to wander and roam after she'd read each of the stories and poems a couple dozen times. Her mind even now was roaming, as she'd removed a Calligraphy pen from her backpack and began to draw in an empty corner of a page.
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆ c a h i l m a g n u s ❝In art as in love,
Instinct is enough.❞
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆
Art Room
Cahil had happily let himself into the art room in the wee hours of the morning, when students and teachers had simply just begun to arrive at the school. He was happily molding the mound of clay in front of him, fingers working deftly and skillfully, forming the soft features of a female's face and neck. Full lips, large eyes, high cheekbones. An almost unreal beauty, even though she was only roughly sculpted. And although it was a a respectably done sculpt, his eyes clouded as he looked at it. Muttering something under his breath, he took his large, clay-covered hand and brought it down heavily upon the now-pancake of clay. He tilted his head a bit, flattening down the mess into a smooth mound. He scooped it up and dumped it into a bag, placing the bag onto a shelf. He moved away, peering at the rows of paintings placed on the desks and hanging from the walls. While sculpting was Cahil's favorite form of art, closely followed by painting, he never felt able to fully express himself in the art he produced at school. He was limited. At home, however, he had all the freedom he wanted. No one to tell him he couldn't do something; and that was just the way he liked it.
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆ d a n i e l k a n a t z a r ❝The minute that you're not learning,
I believe you're dead.❞
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆
Library
Daniel sat in one of the comfortable armchairs placedin the library, a thick book open upon his lap. However, he wasn't reading the open book. Lips parted slightly and eyes closed, the boy was happily asleep. His pale, milky skin was flushed with warmth, the sleeves on his button-up shirt rolled up to his elbows. Two buttons unbuttoned, revealing the marred skin on his chest and creeping up to his neck. As well, on his right arm, pink scarring peeked out from under the dark fabric. While he always wore long-sleeve, high-collar shirts, the male usually buttoned every button and kept his sleeves rolled down, to save people the trouble of seeing his scars and asking about them. However, Daniel had figured he'd be left alone in peace early that morning. It was early enough, not to mention he was in the far back corner of the library. His thin fingers twitched in his sleep, briefly grasping the armchair. His eyes fluttered open, and his hands released their grip. Dark circles seemed to give his eyes a sunken-in look, as he reached up to sleepily rub the dark pools.
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:25 pm
W i s t e r i a
xxxxxxxxxxxxxE v a n g e l i n e
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxG r e y ☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲ ❀ All Wisteria knew was darkness. She'd been at the mall, then had headed out to her car. Something hit her head hardly, and she knew but darkness. A squeal of tires, maybe? A hard surface beneath her ample figure as she bounced roughly upon it. She didn't remember much about what had happened. A car, it seemed, she'd been thrown in. But she hadn't so much as seen the color, shape or size of the car, let alone whoever the hell threw her in it. As her head began to clear, a dull ache settling in over her left temple and into her forehead, she forced her eyes to flutter open. Her vision was blurred momentarily, but sharpened quickly as she took in her surroundings.
It was mostly dark, but not entirely. The soft glow of a light overhead lit her field of vision, and she found herself to be in a not-quite dank room. Probably undergound, as it had no windows and smelled earthy. She went to move, but felt something dig into both her wrists and ankles. She looked down to see multiple layers of duct tape binding her wrists and ankles tightly to a wooden chair. Her button-up shirt was doused in sweat and filth, sticking to her chest in embarrassing ways. She ached to pull the thin material off her skin, but was unable to. She ached to shower, cry, scream, eat and go home. But she couldn't. Salty tears formed in her eyes, more so out of anger and despair than fear.
"Help! Help! Someone, please, help me!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice broken and hoarse. She felt tears run down her cheeks, running through a bit of caked blood on the right side of her face. I'm gonna die down here. I'm gonna die, she thought, a strangled cough escaping her dry throat. Her wrists were raw from the struggling she'd managed, which wasn't much seeing as she hadn't eaten in what seemed like days. How long had she been away from home? Were her parents looking for her? Coughing roughly, she closed her eyes and hung her head, a broken sigh escaping her cracked lips. ☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲  xxXxxXxxXxx  xxXxxXxxXxx  xxXxxXxxXxx 
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 7:10 am
 W h i s p e r F a w n W i l l o w
x❝One person's c r a z i n e s s is another person's r e a l i t y...❞ ☢xThe doctor's voice was pounding in her head. "You need to forget, Whisper. You just need to forget whatever made you this way, okay?" She tried. She had tried and tried and tried. And I just can't... she thought to herself, a heavy sigh leaving her lips. She'd just had her own daily session, and now satin her room, awaiting the lunch bell's call. Unlike many of the people who resided there at Sea Pines' Rehabilitation Center for Adolescence, Whisper had been there for two years and heard not a peep from her family about freeing her. Briefly touching a cold finger to her throbbing temple, the bright-haired girl laid back onto her bed with a creak, sighing. She thought back to the day it all happened...☢xShe was in her father's study, fourteen years old. She was looking in his desk for an envelope to send a birthday card to her aunt. Opening a drawer, she found a small, leather journal. Opening it, she was appalled to find drawing and writings. About women. Whisper's younger sister had been kidnapped, raped and murdered two years prior, when Whisper was twelve. She hadn't quite understood. After that, her parents divorced. Her mom got remarried and had another family, which the young girl had hated her for. She'd moved in with her father. He was gone a lot, and now she knew why. He was kidnapping girls that looked like her sister.☢xWhisper ran out of his study and into the kitchen, where she vomitted up what seemed like everything she'd ever eaten. Once her father had come home that evening, she'd remained silent about it all. She'd replaced his notebook, only peeking into it occasionally- more times than not to find that he'd found another victim. She told no one of what she knew, and became paranoid. Her father became worried about her mental health and took her to a doctor, who diagnosed her as a paranoid schizophrenic and severely depressed. After that, she was left in the loony bin for crazy people and druggies, alone forever.☢xNo one had ever asked her why she'd been admitted. She'd never made friends, and her condition certaintly wasn't improving, even with all the meds she was on. Her hands covering her face as she relived her past, shaking visibly. She'd never told anyone. And it seemed that the further she harboured that secret, the worse her condition got. Starting as the lunchbell rang, she peeked out through her fingers to realize it wasn't all happening over again. She stood, swaying, her hands clenched as she made her way into the dinner hall. Unlike other newbies at the bin, she didn't have to be escorted around by nurses. She was more rationally sane than most, even though she'd been there longest. Sometimes, she was even appointed to walk other around, but that was rare.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 3:57 pm
 Ｆｅｌｉｃｉｔｙ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒ ♀First text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text ❝ us n e r d s can be s e x y too... ❞ ｔｈｅ s ɯ ɐ ɹ ʇ ｏｎｅ
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 4:58 pm
 Ⓞ Ⓝ Ⓛ Ⓘ Ⓝ Ⓔ | | Ⓞ Ⓕ Ⓕ Ⓛ Ⓘ Ⓝ Ⓔ | | Ⓜ Ⓞ Ⓑ Ⓘ Ⓛ Ⓔ | | Ⓐ Ⓦ Ⓐ Ⓨxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝔻 ｙｌａｎｎ ℍ ａｙｄｅｎ 𝕃 ａｎｅ  xxxxxxx❝everything i do, and everything i am...❞ xxxxxtext text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text ❝is all because of a couple of fans...❞ xxxxxxx
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 1:09 pm
 paramore xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Felicity Arianna Winter xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
seventeen xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
heterosexual xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
optimistic && sultry xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
little red_xo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  my chemical romance xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Kassidy Lane Cameron xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
eighteen xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
heterosexual xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
gentle && helpful xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
little red_xo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 1:13 pm
 xxxx paramore
xxxx little red_xo && felicity arianna winter ↸ xxxx x && FIRST IMPRESSIONS xxxxxxxx
felicity arianna winter ↸
none ↸
april 16th ↸
seventeen ↸
Jason Winter ;; older brother || Patrick Winter ;; father ↸
Sekhmet ;; (species unknown) cat ↸
heterosexual ↸
crush ↸
single&ready to mingle! ↸
&& DIGGING DEEPER xxxxxxxx
3likes ↸
3dislikes ↸
1fear ↸
1hobby ↸
personality ↸
history ↸
themesong ↸
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 1:16 pm
 xxxx my chemical romance
xxxx little red_xo && kassidy lane cameron ↸ xxxx x && FIRST IMPRESSIONS xxxxxxxx
kassidy lane cameron ↸
kass ↸
june 8th ↸
eighteen ↸
Demitri Cameron ;; younger brother || Sharon Cameron ;; mother ↸
Neon ;; australian shepherd || Zinc ;; half-grey wolf, half-siberian husky ↸
heterosexual ↸
crush ↸
single ↸
&& DIGGING DEEPER xxxxxxxx
3likes ↸
3dislikes ↸
1fear ↸
1hobby ↸
personality ↸
history ↸
themesong ↸
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxxx
xxxxx
xxxxx