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fallingUPstairs__x x Crew
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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:20 pm
Date: December 10
Stage: Teen
Met with: Thali
Guardian: N/a
Situation: Second spirituality class
Link: A bird by any other name
Summary: Learned mimicry
Final decision: n/a
Quote: 3 month waiting period [November 22, 2010 - February 22, 2011] 2 playdates1 Focus class2 Melee classes1 Spirituality classesJournal entry from parent/guardian
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:24 pm
Date: January 7
Stage: Teen
Met with: Ary
Guardian: N/a
Situation: Second melee class
Link: You're an odd one
Summary: n.a
Final decision: n/a
Quote: 3 month waiting period [November 22, 2010 - February 22, 2011] 2 playdates1 Focus class1 Melee class1 Spirituality classJournal entry from parent/guardian
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fallingUPstairs__x x Crew
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 12:47 pm
Date: January 21
Stage: Teen
Met with: Boian
Guardian: Didn't meet
Situation: Resisting temptation
Link: Aren't you such the little cutie?!
Summary: N/a
Final decision: N/a
Quote: 3 month waiting period [November 22, 2010 - February 22, 2011] 1 playdates1 Focus class1 Melee class1 Spirituality classJournal entry from parent/guardian
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:28 pm
Date: February 14th
Stage: Teen
Met with: Kaleb
Guardian: Thali; didn't meet
Situation: Blind date; polka, anyone?
Link: Blind Date - Adelle & Kaleb
Summary: N/a
Final decision: ♥♥♥♥♥
Quote: 3 month waiting period [November 22, 2010 - February 22, 2011] 1 playdates1 Melee class1 Spirituality class
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 4:35 pm
Date: February 17th
Stage: Teen
Met with: Kaleb
Guardian: Thali; didn't meet
Situation: Standin' round waitin' on two pink lines...
Link: You got me-- WHAT?!
Summary: N/a
Final decision: ♥♥♥♥♥
Quote: 3 month waiting period [November 22, 2010 - February 22, 2011] 1 Melee class1 Spirituality class
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 5:26 pm
Date: February 24
Stage: Teen
Met with: Fitzroy
Guardian: Caspian
Situation: ...
Link: A Bittersweet Reunion
Summary: N/a
Final decision: ♥♥♥♥♥
Quote: 1 Melee class2 journal entries
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 6:32 pm
Date: October 20
Journal: Adelle By'arre
Guardian: Adhara By'arre
Topic: Blind dating, mistakes, Kaleb, pregnancy, abortion. jurnal,
im a stoopid gurl. a rly rly RLY stoopid gurl..... i fele so bad 4 wut i did... i cant even beleev it happnd....
evrything feles lyk a dreem now.... n not just wut happnd eethr. evrything is in a fog, fuzy n all messd up..... i cant beleev wut i did.....
i met kaleb a few wekes ago, on v-day. i deesided 2 sine up 2 go on a blynd d8 b/c emilian wuz bisee w/ sum uther things. mebbe he wuz with anuther gurl, mebbe he wuz werking. i dunt care rly. eether way it dusnt mattr. i went on a blynd d8 that nite w/ sum kid namd kaleb.
i admit that he wuz kyute. but that dusnt rly make wut happend ne bettr. we went dansing @ a muzik festivul n that wuz a lot of fun, evn if he onlee new how 2 slow dans so i had 2 kinda leed during a lot of it. it was still fun. i lernd partway thru that he wuz still a virgin wich i thot wuz kyute so we deesided that i cud chang that. we went out 2 find his bruthers car but went out the wrong side of the fare. my feramones startd werking w/o me notising.
i fergot that virgins r stoopid an unprepard..... i fergot that its hard 2 remember 2 do things wen u r abowt 2 hav sex...
i fergot that we neded 2 use a condom.......
i got pregnent.
i didnt want 2. i felt so stoopid. iv nevr felt so stoopid b4. i cant reed or rite gud but evn uther than that, iv still nevr felt so stoopid in my ntyr life. i got depressd. rly depressd. lyk, more than i can remembr being b4. enuff that i mayd myself syk. n not lyk usyual. lyk i wud lay in bed all day long n cry until i threw up. it wuz terrible. i felt lyk nuthing wud evr b the same agin.
n..... n then...
it wuz an aksident, rly. whoevr is reedin this, i promys that it wuz... i... i...
i fownd emmys scoch. i drank a lil. jus 2 make me feel bettr. then... then i cudnt stop.....
i... i new that it wud b bad 4 the baby... i new that u arnt sposed 2 drink wen ur pregnent but...... i.... i cudnt stop...
the next day i wuz bleeding. bleeding... bad..... n my insyds hurt... i wuz sick 4 wut felt lyk days...
i went back 2 the clinic 2 ask wut had happend. they sed that i miscarreed...
they asked if i did nething to make that happen... i lyd n sed no....
...then i went home n cryd.....
i feel so bad 4 wut i did... my poor baby nevr did nething to me.....
....i shuldnt hav dun that.
-AdelleQuote: 1 Melee class
1 journal entry
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 3:53 pm
Date: October 23
Situation: I want something else... to get me through this semi-charmed kinda life...
Time: Early evening.
Present: Stick and Methy Adelle and Emilian
As had been the case for quite a while now, the once-diligence-dominant young girl had herself buried in the luxurious cushions of her boyfriend's bed, paid for by the job that both of them held, necessary to keep their ever-prominent bones from bruising flesh. The silken curtains were drawn shut, keeping out the romantic lighting as the sun sunk slowly over the cityscape. A pair of deep brown eyes peeked out from beneath purple-speckled eyelids, only her biological clock keeping the girl conscious at the moment.
Adelle had not moved for days. She'd been too depressed to do anything. Too depressed to model, to eat, to anything. Her boyfriend would sometimes bring her smoothies, try to figure out what was wrong, but he would always get frustrated in the end, storming off and leaving her alone. A soft whimper passed her lips as they started quivering, eyes closing tightly before the tears started to drip past them, clinging to her eyelashes. Crying again. Crying over the past, over all of her stupid mistakes and, right now...
...over Fitzroy.
Emilian peeked his head around his bedroom door once again, trying to ascertain if it was safe for him to enter. As selfish as it sounds, he was aching to get his bed back from his skinny girlfriend, or at least make sleeping in there less like sleeping next to a corpse. Yes, there was certainly resentment boiling in the model's heart, but it retreated into its corner when he heard her quiet cries. With more determination to help her, he stepped in, a sweet smile on his face.
"Hey there, hot stuff. What's so wrong?" He stroked her thinning hair with a very gentle hand, trying to keep his temper at bay and be supportive. As he had heard from his wardrobe specialist today, she wasn't going to cheer up if he was yelling at her all the time. "You know, whatever it is, you can tell me about it. I've stopped being angry and impatient; give me a chance and I'll listen." Emilian smiled softly as he rubbed a few tears away from her cheeks. She had been so happy a few weeks ago; what had happened?
Adelle sniffled softly, gently leaning into the soft pets to her hair. On a normal day, she would have slapped his hand away, considering how easily her hair was falling out these days, but she really didn't care right now. When the equally scrawny male crawled into bed next to her, she lifted herself on trembling arms, gently bundling her tiny body against his bony chest, gently adjusting his arms to be wrapped around her, one still placed atop her head. Carefully, she set her wings as safely as she could to keep them from hurting Emilian.
"Lot'ta stuff..." Adelle murmured, voice hoarse from a mixture of untreated ulcers and recent lack of use. Her small body contracted, knees pulling up to her borderline-flat chest, arms curling there as well as she gently rubbed a balled-up fist across her chest
Although his bony chest provided little comfort, Emilian made the space Adelle had tucked herself into as comfortable as possible, that soft smile still on his face. He rested his cheek on her scalp, fingers tracing the bones of her spine as he made soothing noises. "A lot of stuff? Jeez, I'm sorry. And I probably haven't been helping, huh? I'm sorry again," he said as he gave her a weak squeeze, trying to sound confident and reassuring. And like he wasn't freaked out by this persistent depression, something he had never signed up for.
"So... Do you want to talk about it or not? Because... Well, if you don't, I know something that'll pick you up. Call it, uh, a universal upper." Emilian smiled slyly at his girlfriend, with no real ill intent beyond the wickedness of the mischievous. He had asked her if she had wanted to try his drug of choice for several months now, and every time she'd turned him down. Not that he wanted her to get addicted, but he knew that it would, without fail, make her feel a hell of a lot better than sitting in bed.
"S'okay, Emmy... you didn't know..." the young woman mumbled softly, sadly, as though she didn't believe the words that she was speaking, her body almost too weak to say them. Kammy stroked up and down her side gently, all while Sutry wrapped himself around Emilian's slim waist weakly, giving him a soft squeeze. A sigh fell back her lips, sounding raspy from too many cigarettes, the entire weight of the world pressing the air out of her lungs.
"That again, Emmy?" she questioned a bit snappily, gently letting a fist fall against his chest in upset. Yet the very weakness of the strike, she softly bit at her lip with one of those pointed fangs of her's. She looked at one of her bony hands, gently clenching her hands and wiggling her fingers. She was so tired, after all and... and he'd said that it would make her happy before. Said that it would make her feel awake and full of energy, and she couldn't even remember the last time that she felt that way.
"A... alright. Let's do it."
Emilian smiled and caught Adelle's 'fist' gently, holding it to his chest and softly stroking her fragile wrist. "Yes, beautiful, that again. Only because I think it will help." His grin split his bony face as she finally consented, and he sprang up with a smile. "Good! Okay, okay, just wait here, I'll get some." He was gone from the room for only a minute or two before with a packet of the white dragon and a small glass pipe, a lighter awkwardly shoved in there somewhere.
"Alright, alright, let's do this," he said quickly, a little too excited for this venture. With shaking hands, he measured out the meth and slipped it into the pipe, holding it up for Adelle's benefit. "Okay, so you know how I do this right? You just heat up gently and suck it in. Here, I'll do it for you first, then maybe you can try." He held the glass pipe out for his girlfriend to take, smiling gently. "Don't worry, sweetie. I promise it'll make you feel better. Now, let's give it a try, hm?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:11 pm
Welcome to Young Adult Stage!! Quote: 4 month wait period April 20, 2011 - August 20, 2011 10 playdates5 Journal entries from childMelee class (optional) Spirituality class (optional) Interview with Mr. Vampy
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:12 pm
Adelle couldn't remember anything.
No, that wasn't true... there were things that should could remembered, they were just... so... blurred. Faded in her memory, accompanied by many things that she wished she could remember. Faces, places, names... What had she done to herself?
Good God, what had she done to herself...?
There had been so many nights where she'd spun through a crowd of people, bodies grinding against bodies, slipping into a bathroom, sweat-covered skin pressed against chilling tile by faceless men, lather, rinse, repeat. She had been away for days, weeks, even, chasing the white dragon with the ferocity that only a diligence spawn could manage. Yet the depression had lingered, the pain of what had happened, what she had done, forcing her to fill whatever part of herself with anything that she could get her hands on. Smoke, alcohol, pills, bodies against bodies after bodies, again and again she went around, not a single solid calorie passing her lips.
The last three days were completely gone. The last three days that she was outside, that is. She knew that there was more partying, but she also knew that everything was heavy. Everything was blurred and torn and nothing felt right. She would panic in the middle of anything that she was doing, dive out the door without half of her clothing. The young woman couldn't remember where she had lost Emilian. There was a part of her, now, that knew she had lost him. A part of her that yearned for him, for his love, for his toxic kiss, and yet even as it desperately begged for his touch, she was learning to accept that he was gone.
The past two weeks were a blur as well, but unlike any time before then, they were still there, solid rather than the wispy outlines of an unlived dream. There was a lot of pain, a lot of white, many different liquids and flavours, and a phrase that she was sure she would never again forget: 'I'm sorry. This is going to hurt a little.'
But of course she hurt. She hurt all over. Her stomach felt tight and sick, stuffed full in order to stretch it large enough for her to eat normally again. The young woman threw up regularly - even in her sleep. There was a person by her bedside each day, there to clean up after her as her body fought the withdrawal, clawed desperately against the horrible, sickening weight of food in her stomach. She was not yet lucid enough to start therapy, nor to be transferred to a rehab facility.
Her mother showed up at once point. It was painful, seeing the woman when she was in such a state, mind destroyed by guilt, appetite enhancers, painkillers. There was hugging, and crying. Yet, there was always crying. There never seemed to be a conscious moment where Adelle's deep brown eyes weren't wet with tears.
She was in the hospital for another two weeks before she finally started to recover in a way that allowed her to function without being hooked up to machines that made sure her heart didn't fail. Without consent forms even being shown to the young woman herself, she was checked into a residential home, a place for people who suffered from problems with addictions, problems with control. People who had tried to kill themselves as she, whether knowingly or not, had tried to do herself. She was asleep when they moved her, and woke up in a bed in a small, sterile-looking little room, though it managed to be a bit more homely than the hospital had been.
Quietly, she walked out of the room, only for her eyes to settle on a familiar form, recognized from a far-too-distant time in her life. A fang poked out to bite at her lips, tears pouring from her eyes as she ran out in her pajamas, throwing her arms around the shoulders of her protector, the dearest love that she had never intended on leaving, the boy who had always been there for her, even when she had not been there for him...
...her dear, sweet Fitzroy.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 1:01 pm
Date: April 21
Situation: An intoxicating reunion.
Time: Early afternoon.
Present: Adelle and Fitzroy ( and various clinic workers )
IT WILL BE WRITTEN RITE HURR.
Growth Requirements 4 month wait period ( April 20, 2011 - August 20, 2011 ) 9 play dates4 journal entries from childInterview with Mr. Vampy
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