Post by nicolette adelise hawthorne on Jun 12, 2011 16:21:04 GMT -5
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"i don't believe we have met. what's your name?"
my name is nicolette adelise hawthorne, i know it sounds really traditional... but i like it a lot. my name is from my great grandmother on my grandfather's side, and my middle name is from my great aunt adelise. i know it's really normal, and nothing out of the ordinary, but i guess my personality makes up for my lack of original parents.
"that's very interesting. now, can you tell me how old your are?"
um, i'm nineteen years old! my birthday is may fifteenth, yeah taurus baby! that's okay because i'm a sagittarius rising and moon signs which basically means--- you will never win an argument with me because i'm too dang stubborn. i was born in boston, massachusetts--- um... interesting fact! i almost killed my mother and myself because the noise from the contractions scared me into holding the umbilical cord like it was a stress ball. true facts!
"huh, cool. i must say you do look stunning."
really? me? well, thank you but i thoroughly disagree-- i mean yah-- i'm kind of cute in a little sister kinda way, but nothing stunning about me, sweet cheeks. i mean, i'm a four feet, ten inch borderline midget. i feel chubby at one hundred and twenty three pounds-- i have really mousey colored brown hair that i'm afraid to dye because i did it once and it came out orangey. oh, and i have uneven tan skin. not even pretty tan skin. plus, brown eyes. which are lame. seriously. mine look like dirt. not even that pretty amber. oh yeah, and i have tons of scars from like-- falling over myself. and boils. i used to get tons of them as a kid. yeah. i'm gross-- but i have really nice teeth! ...that counts for something... right?
"very nice. everyone on the island has a supernatural power, what's yours?"
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i have esp, my mom is a psychic medium--- and through her side-- i got all of the abilities. my sister and i both did. mom made us practice with it. you know, doing astral projection and whatnot. at five years old, i just wanted to play with my friends-- but she had us harness our abilities. she only got the psychic mediumship- so to have two daughters both have the abilities? it was kind of a shock. of course, when i happened to open my loud mouth in school, and read the teacher's mind about a test--- the government came and took me and my sister away. i hate it... i just want to go back home. i miss my mom, but... this is my life now, and i'm stuck with it.
"tell me what do you like? do you have hobbies?
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my biggest hobby is playing and writing music. i own a ukulele, guitar, and sting bass. i've been playing music ever since i was little, and my biggest inspiration was michael jackson. seriously, he was the bomb. i used to watch him back when vh1 would run the 'king of pop' marathon on sundays--i would not be moved from my television screen. i just watched him sing his heart out to the camera and dance his ass off.... i wanted to be just like him. i'm also big on hair design and makeup, i always have been. my favorite eras are the twenties up into the fifties... my hero from those eras had to be audrey hepburn, she was just a really classy lady who was all in all, a badass. i also dig skateboarding, and street hockey... i used to have tournaments on my block. i was always one of the boys, and skateboarding was just my thing. i used to go see tony hawk when he'd come around for element tours and whatnot with bam margera and those guys... i wanted to go into bmx-- but i can't do all the stuff that bmxers do. my favorite skateboarder has to be rodney mulle though, when he came to boston for x-games--- it was crazy. he was such a freakin' beast. i wanted to be just like him, so i've been practicing hard. needless to say, i've gotten my fair share of injuries. my last favorite thing, is art. i'm a huge fan of photography, both fashion and nature. i like seeing the contrasts between the two, i'm also a big fan of film making... primarily horror movies, and even that... primarily zombie movies. i'm also a pretty huge gamer. survival horror, and first person shooters thanks! yes, i am a guy's girl-- only.... i don't think about sex nearly half as much.... er... at all.
"really! well, then, what do you dislike?"
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i. hate. bugs. i hate bugs, i hate bugs, i hate bugs, i hate bugs so much. like, i'm petrified. especially of bees and spiders... and centipedes. all bugs pretty much make me want to kill myself. they scare the crap out of me and they have since i was little. they are just bad. okay? bad. bad little htings with their feelers and such... bad. bad mini-monsters. i hate my abilities. it's hard to turn them off, so... like, if people think too much around me i kind of pick up on it. that and the spirits! oh god, it's like fucking magnets! i wouldn't complain, but i think i'm talking to someone-- and then everyone looks at me like i'm on crack--- when the whole time i was talking to someone who was dead and people are like "you're crazy" and i'm just like "i know." . i mean, i get paid to do readings, but still! i mean, they freak me out too. i'll brush my teeth or something, and then BOOM! i see someone in the mirror, and it's a spirit and i'm like 'c'mon guys....' which is why i only have on mirror, and it's in the bathroom. i hate mirrors. with a passion. they freak me out, especially at night. want to know why?because they attract energy! that energy can take on whatever form it likes, and god help you if you have esp because then--- you can create thought forms! those thought forms suck! they terrorize you to make you realize why they are there, and if you are me-- you come up with really graphic stuff and you know what? it's scary. i feel like i'm in silent hill half the time. oh yeah, and when i focus on someone-- and they are actually thinking about me in dirty ways. yeah. i'm not even kidding you. it's creepy! people need to stop being so dirty. oh and here's my last really big issue.... thunder--er, any loud noise in particular.... yeah, let's not go there. i don't know if it's a past life thing or what but sudden loud noises.... well... they make me cry.... they used to. now i just freak out and flail my arms a bit.
"cool, cool. so what's your family like?"
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growing up it was me, my mom, my sister, my uncle, my aunt, and my cousin. my mom, my sister, and i lived on the second floor of this really nice victorian house, whist my uncle, aunt and cousin took the first floor. i love my family, as dysfunctional as they were ( believe me, they were really dysfunctional... ). my mom was pretty crazy, in the best way possible-- and my uncle was an alcoholic, and my sister? well... she was just in depression and hated everything and everyone. she was also one of those goth kids, you know back in the nineties when it was considered edgy? yeah. oh? my dad, i don't know much about it. i know his name was jamison raleigh-- but he was a carny and he ran when my mom was pregnant he was a douche-bagel, so let's talk about better things, yeah?
"everyone has a secret, tell me one of yours. i promise not to tell."
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my big secret is that i'll never be able to have kids... ever. why? ebcause i had polycystic ovarian syndrome, i noticed it when i was thirteen--- periods were extremely painful... not the usual "boo hoo cramps, boo hoo bloating" thing, but it got to the point i could not sleep without a high dose of vicodin. i ended up getting a hysterectomy when i turned seventeen. i lacked any other option, you know? i couldn't go on with the severe pain once a month. the medication they gave me stopped it for maybe what-- an hour? that doesn't work when you can only take it every eight hours. when they gave me the option-- i waited until i was sure-- and when that time of the month came... i felt like i was dying, so i did it... i don't regret it at all.
"that is juicy! tell me about your past."
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i grew up in boston, massachusetts-- about a stone's throw away from nbewbury street and copley square. like i specified before-- i lived with my mom and sister. i had my friends, and they stayed my friends up until i was thirteen... then they alll started avoiding me for some reason-- that's when my powers started really making their mark on me... i began noticing things, i was hyper vigilant-- isaw people that weren't actually there... i heard things that people were thinking, and responded to them. i was freaking people out. there wasn't actually anything wrong with me, even though my teacher tried telling my principal i was coming down with schizophrenia... when i first got my time of the month-- i felt like i was dying. my mother thought i was kidding, and she said i wasn't used to it.
the second time it came around i had fainted during class, and when we went to the doctor's he said there was a good chance i'd become sterile. it sucked, but that was life i suppose. after reading my teacher's mind in eighth grade, she asked me about my abilities-- and in my naivety--- i told her. she ended up calling the cops-- who alerted the government and took me away to this place. it sucks, but i mean... what can i do? my mom was stuck there... my sister was taken too. mom occasionally writes me, but i'm afraid she's forgotten about me... everyone has. oh well, i go to college now... i'm going for film production. it sucks that i won't probably ever be able to go home-- but.... it could be worse, yeah?
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well, hello there! my name is rockett and i've got nineteen candles on my cake! i've been roleplaying for three. oh, and just so you know i got skills, here's an example of my work:Las Vegas had changed extremely over the course of a year. Casey had remembered when it used to be a peaceful place, well… Not so much peaceful as less…Toxic. There were still good people in this world, still people with morals and values. There had to be, humanity couldn’t have just been clearly forsaken. It was so fucked, Casey couldn’t believe her eyes. Gone wer e the days of equality, gone were the days of sanity. People had forsaken it all for carnal pleasure and flesh. It truly bewildered the redhead, although it shouldn’t have. As a fan of Machiavelli--- she knew humans were inherently evil, and when given the chance would directly fall back into their primitive nature of ‘see, want, have’, and completely reject all thought that was considered ‘normal’ in a modern society. Still, nothing had prepared the pale girl for the things ahead. The sudden drop in government, and the seizing of the lower class had made Casey’s stomach churn in despair. No one prepared her brother becoming one of the condemned.
When it happened, the twenty year old had no idea how to react. It was insane. The revolutionary had no idea how to even think straight. Her brother was now a slave. Jackson King, not surprisingly—had an issue with gambling; moving out to Las Vegas only exacerbated it. When he fell into debt, it was no surprise that Jackson was taken in to become a slave. Still though, it was a horrible thing to be put into; a horrible life. Casey found herself feeling responsible, had she just stayed with him… Had she made sure he kept away from Vegas… Maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t have been sucked into this whole ordeal. Maybe his problems wouldn’t have fallen onto the fiery haired girl’s head. Now wasn’t the time for what-ifs, though. Now was the time of letting loose… Or supposedly letting loose. Dylan Carver, of the Carver family had come to know her on a large chat-room. He had more knowledge about her than almost anyone she knew. He knew her identity as the musician Sanguinaire, he could be the end of her.. Yet he admired her, claimed he wished he was as bold as the young woman. Yet he was a master, helping slaves.
Honestly, he was helping them—and that was all Casey King was concerned about. Which was why she agreed to this get together He had a gig tonight, and wanted her to play with him, she couldn’t refuse the opportunity. Looking in the mirror one last time, she smiled at the reflection. Her hair was pulled over to the side in a loose ponytail, the black attire contrasting well against her pale skin. That was it, she was out of this little apartment she’d come to call home. Hailing a cab, she told him the name of the casino, and he merely nodded. Unaware of who was in his backseat, and the damage she was going to cause to this city. She was a revolutionary, and by any means necessary—she was going to make justice come swiftly to the heads of those responsible. It only takes one person to change the world, and she had five close to her… There was no way she could not change the world. It was as inevitable as the sun rising in the east, and setting in the west.
“Wow…”
Black rimmed emerald eyes widened to the size of saucers as she saw the large casino. It was insane how large it was… It was beautiful, entrancing… She didn’t belong here, and she knew it. Regardless, as she handed the cab driver a twenty dollar bill—She held her head high as she entered the large casino. It was grand, a true modern masterpiece of architecture. As she saw a man who looked unmistakably like the master she’d talked to earlier, she followed him to the backstage area. The bouncer stopped her in her tracks, claiming there was noway to get back there. Biting her lip, she felt regret… She promised Dylan she’d be there—and here she was. In a last ditch effort, she sighed—before yelling loudly to catch the ebony haired male’s attention.
“Dylan! It’s Casey!”
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