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House.

Don't post.

Not fixing it tonight.

Just making another thread to make DS happy.

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|Rules...|

Don't worry, I won't have much!

|The Pink One and Her Story...|

Ahoy there visitor. Welcome to my humbly abode. You must be wondering by now how this big ole mansion has appeared in this small port town. Well, I would have told ya sooner if you had just asked.

Pink was a shy little girl growing up, she loved playing with her stuffed animals and best friends.

Oh. You don't want to hear that part. Fine, fine, I'll just skip ahead to a few years ago.

Pink was down on her luck. She had no home and no money. You may wonder how this smart, beautiful girl had become like this but you didn't want to know her past before so why should I tell you....fine, I'll tell you that too now, sheesh.

Pink, a Ph.D. Student of the law school at Yale, top of her class, president of her sorority, having a boyfriend in medical school, and a great family seemed to be the one with it all. Till one faithless night when she fell, being the klutz she was and when into amnesia and a coma. The doctors told everyone she would never come out of it so they left her; parents, boyfriend, and any close friends.

But Pink is alive and in this house, so how did she come out of the coma? Well, that is a mysterious medical miracle and prayers of an Angel. Having no ways to contact her family, friends, or past love, felling she would only become a burden upon them, moved on with her life, which turned out be worst than she could have imagined.

Refusing to live in a shelter or out of the garbage she made a business for herself. That of working the local corner. She was a fine specimen of womanhood and why not corner the market on it? She wasn't a whore...no far from it actually...

OK fine, she was a whore. She gave sexual favors for money. You just HAD to drag it out of me, didn't you, you FIEND.

Moving on, she was doing pretty good, she had bought herself a run-down apartment on the outskirts of Gambino. She had heard about the man Gambino, but never actually met him. She always wished to meet him and dreamed that he would take her out of this horrid place. Alas though, she knew that would never happen, so she kept working her corner, working and working it.

About a year later a large stranger, always wearing a big brimmed hat covering his face, began to frequent her corner. He never actually asked for her services, just started up a conversation. He seemed intelligent, not someone trying to distract her and take away business so she always kept up the talks with him. He would come by daily for about two months, before he enlisted her services. Never turning down a customer, even though she felt something wrong about it, she gave her services and at free of charge even! Not to be graphic, but at the end of the act, the large brimmed hat came off and relinquished the true identity of the stranger...

Gambino.

With a gasp she hurried off of him and just gaped. What more could she do. The biggest man in all of Gaia had just enlisted the services of a corner whore. After many obscenities coming from the mouth of the man, he got up and gave a sigh. He had found her out and he knew he had to appease her to not take it to the Times office. He would be ruined.

He offered her a large house in Gambino, but being the intelligent law student she was at Yale, she knew she could get a better deal. Gambino was making a small port town outside of the town named after him. She requested a mansion there. He readily agreed for the sake of his good name and as soon as the little Port Gino was finished, he had his best workers build her the mansion of her dreams.

Upon moving in she has done a 360 with her life. To her surprise and sheer glee, many of her childhood friends were moving into the same town. None of them knew of the down trotted part of her life and she was glad. She started anew in this house, getting pets to keep her company along with adoptive children. She even started to fall in love with a good man.

Hopefully her past wouldn't come out, but even if it did, she knew deep down, these people would accept her not matter what.

|Other Residents...|

Everybody else...and I mean EVERYBODY.

|Telephone and Visit Logs...|

Where I'll record all telephone calls and people who come and visit me.

Also here will be my answering machine message.

|Junk Pile...|

|Junk Pile...|

|Disclaimer...|

Is no way The Story of the Pink One in ANY way true.

The person playing Pink is not a slut and will never be one. All parts are made-up for the entertainment of the reader and the hilarity of situations and endeavors.

If you are scared by anything that is in this journal, then maybe we have made a mistake inviting you to our Port Town.

I love you all, well, I better love all that get invited into this Port Town...or else....