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 Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 9:05 pm
This thread is for the personal testing of justanothersomebody. No posting. Please and thank you!
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 9:14 pm
The Bad Cop -There are more important things than the law.-
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:01 pm
The Bad Cop Her chest heaved, arms poised with a gun in her hand. Swiftly, her body shifted, eyes darting about the room as she searched for a perpetrator. As the surroundings became clear, a sigh left Jamie Collins's lips. She was in her apartment, in her bed. The arms holding the gun with tense fingers was lowered to her lap and the safety was locked back on. Dropping the gun into the nightstand beside her bed, she shook her head to herself. It was the third night in a row that she had awoken from a nightmare, unsettling her sleep. That Mayor had saved her, those years ago. She was beyond grateful for it. To become some disgusting thing's sex slave? Being a cop was so much better. It was a dream come true. During her youth she had become enthralled at the idea of putting the bad guy behind bars, at the idea of carrying out justice where it was meant to be served.
She still felt as though she were doing that job, although definitions of the 'bad guy' had been skewed and the line of justice altered. The law of the city and state wasn't the law of the people, and some infractions were acceptable. She couldn't have anything against the mayor. What was wrong with a little sex trafficking? The people who worked for him in that line of business needed a job. It wasn't a glorious one, but it kept them out of trouble and in the country.The District Attorney, although a drug dealer, also put away bad guys. That evened out to make him neutral in her book. There were some she found despicable and disgusting, such as that horrible butcher, but the Mayor was good with him, so she did nothing. That nosy partner of hers, though, he wasn't in the loop.
He didn't know anything going on in town, while she knew all of the major crimes. And he made everything oh so difficult. It was a shame that he wasn't stupid. But the male had decent insight and happened to catch onto bad dealings. Fortunately, she had the upper hand and she was faster than he. A little batting of the eyes, pushing out of the chest, or bending over to accentuate her backside, as well as a hint of another train of thought and he fell for it, most of the time. It was easiest to lead him onto other crimes she had discovered. That was only after she had conferred with the Mayor, of course, and he had decided he didn't want to blackmail that specific charlatan. Such was the case as the lead she planned on checking up today, without her partner, of course.
There had been whispers about the dentist, a Mr. Benjamin Hardy. They were merely whispers without implications, such as he had accidentally brushed his arm against something. But Jamie knew the town better than most. There was an extremely good possibility that there was no accidents, and perhaps that even more occurred. And so she had made an appointment as a patient to check things out. If anything happened, she would alert the mayor who would likely decide to blackmail him as well. If not, she could lead her partner to make the arrest, taking him away from trails that could lead to him getting into trouble.
Eventually, she crawled out of bed and into the bathroom. As the shower water ran, she gazed into the mirror, staring at the dark shadows beneath her blue eyes. Hours hadn't been nice to her. She was working for the mayor even when she wasn't clocked in at the police station. But she shrugged the thought away, pealed off the night shirt she had worn to bed, and slipped beneath the warm water as it showered down upon her.-There are more important things than the law.-
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:03 pm
♥Mr./Mrs. Blah♥ ♥Upon my marriage certificate, my name is written as (full name).
♥It should have said (Mr./Mrs. Blah).
♥My regular license says that my age is (age), and that my birthday is (birthday).
♥It also says I have (color) hair and (color) eyes.
Certificates and licenses say too much, but never enough.
♥What they don't tell you is who I am. And who am I?
Well, I...
(personality, one paragraph minimum).
♥And up until now, I've never been on TV, though if I was, my life story would be...
(bio, two paragraph minimum)
♥It also doesn't tell you that my spouse is (spouse-Mr./Mrs. Blah).
♥Or that I'm going to be on a TV show, "married to" (show spouse- Mr./Mrs. Blah).
♥Why am I on that show again? Well...
(why you're on show, who decided, etc.).
♥What else is there to say?
Well, since you're listening...
(How you feel about your spouse)
♥Anyway, I've got some packing to do. Only two suitcases allowed. Before I get busy, I think I ought to tell you, my best friend is (username).
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:31 pm
♥Mrs. High School Sweetheart♥ 
♥It should have said Mrs. Sweetheart.
♥My regular license says that my age is twenty-three, and that my birthday is January 2nd.
♥It also says I have blonde hair and blue eyes.
Certificates and licenses say too much, but never enough.
♥What they don't tell you is who I am. And who am I?
Well, I...
I am very traditional, such as I was raised. I try not to ask questions and I have my long lasting patience. Always I'm working, trying hard to make others happy, certain that if I succeed, it should make me happy. Though I have a poor job, I'm a smart girl. I always did really well in school an teachers liked me because I was quiet and did my work. Most of the time, I don't speak my mind. I hold in my feelings because it isn't necessary to burden others with them. That's what I have a journal for. I can write my thoughts and feelings in there. It's good enough, right?
I'm a people pleaser. That's like my second job. I wouldn't say it's because I'm insecure. I am insecure, but I do what I do because it's how I was raised. I love laughing, though. I feel happy when I laugh and I love it. I... I like having some attention, some praise, but I don't expect it. I love fun, too. I don't let myself have fun much... I wish I did. But I don't. I guess that's what's made for my poor mood lately. My husband and I haven't been together recently at all. He's so busy and I'm so lonely and unhappy. So I've been a bit less patient. I worry that I might start shouting soon enough, and yelling, and uttering words I only hear on R rated movies.
♥And up until now, I've never been on TV, though if I was, my life story would be...
I was born to a traditional household. My parents loved one another, but my father was clearly the boss of the house. My mother took care of me. I have no siblings. My father worked. When he arrived home, my mother always had dinner ready in a clean house. They were a happy pair, I think. They always seemed very much in love and they met right out of high school. That was the example set for me. My aspirations for the majority of my life was to marry young and have children and be a wonderful housewife. At one point in my life, I did have different dreams. When I was in middle school, I had a small rebellious streak. I said that I was going to be a news reporter and an actress and no one could stop me! I wasn't going to marry. I was going to adopt children on my own and be a single parent. With such traditional parents, you can imagine how that went.
I remember the moment I told my dad that I was going to be a vegan, too, because the poor animals were abused and beaten to death (I'd heard about PETA). He forced me to eat meat for a week. After that, my rebellious streak started to slow. It eventually was stopped and I went back to my earlier aspirations of being a housewife and a mother. The only thing I retained from my rebellious streak was my loss of religion. I have drifted my devout Catholicism to vague agnostic life. Sometimes I used to regret letting my father bully me into giving up everything else. But then I realize I never would have met my husband. I don't think I would trade that.
High school began. I was a bit of a nerd, I guess. I was quiet. I had my friends, but I was only close with one other girl. She was such a brave person, always standing up to others. I admired her for that and admittedly rode under her wing. It was under her wing that I met my husband, my freshman year. My friend took me to a football game. Then I met him. It wasn't love at first sight, but I was instantly taken by his good looks and simply the way he stood. Eventually that night we ended up talking. He ended up asking me out. I accepted. He was my first boyfriend.
We were so happy together, at least, most of the time. There was a period where we broke up and I found another boyfriend, distraught and needing a shoulder. But the guy turned out to be a jerk. I found that out when we went to a party. My now husband was there with some girl. I was so jealous. I think he was jealous, too because at the end of the night, he'd beaten up my then boyfriend. I held ice to his few bruises and kissed them better. He asked me to be his girlfriend again and we never broke up. On the day of my graduation, he asked me to marry him. Soon after, we were wed.
Since then, we've lived life pretty happy. I never went to college, even though my teachers had told me I had potential to use there. Instead, I was married and happy and in love. So, I kept the house while he got a job. When money was hard to have, I got a job. Waitressing. I've been a waitress ever since then. And still, even though I was always busy, cooking, cleaning, and working, I thought I was happy. I always had my husband coming home to me at night. We almost always ate dinner together and we often enjoyed late night 'festivities'. But then recently, he's changed. He works all of the time and I don't see him often. We rarely have dinner together and by the time he gets home, I'm too tired to be with him as man and wife should. There's a gap forming between us and I miss him. Isn't that what I'm feeling?
♥It also doesn't tell you that my spouse is Mr. High School Sweetheart.
♥Or that I'm going to be on a TV show, "married to" Mr. Pants.
♥Why am I on that show again? Well...
I think we both agreed. At first I was extremely hesitant. Putting my life on television? It doesn't seem right. But, I hope that with this, my husband will start to miss me. I don't know that he will. I don't know that he does now. But life can't be that much different for those thirty days. I'll see him almost as often. And, if my worst nightmares are confirmed, I'll at least know that we're over and what it's like to live without him.
♥What else is there to say?
Well, since you're listening...
I love my husband. He's a wonderful man. He just... has his priorities mixed up. At least, that's what I think it is. Recently, we really have been drifting apart. It's been a month since we've had sex. From a gradual slowing to a complete stop. I don't like what we've become. But I'm willing to try and work. I just know that he has to work, too. I don't really know if he's willing...
♥Anyway, I've got some packing to do. Only two suitcases allowed. Before I get busy, I think I ought to tell you, my best friend is justanothersomebody.
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