Post by saylor caprice vivera on Jun 13, 2011 15:46:13 GMT -5
saylorcapricevivera
"i don't believe we have met. what's your name?"
"pleasure to cross paths with you, fine fellow! the name is sleazy hoebag mcvandertramp. my momma put a lot of thought into my name. she wanted to make sure that there would never be another one like me. let me tell you, she got her wish. oh, i know that you didn't fall for that name but people have before because i continue on with the utmost serious. i cried once because someone told me that if my momma loved me she wouldn't have given me such a name. honestly, i like my name. saylor caprice vivera is how i am now. pfft, not really. just call me saylor. my mother had this weird addiction to the beach and the ocean and whatnot. please, don't come up to me and go 'yo ho ho.' it's not funny."
"that's very interesting. now, can you tell me how old your are?"
"interesting? i don't even think you care. why are you questioning me again? eh, i don't care enough to listen. just let me talk about myself. i'm nineteen years old but i don't have any intentions of going to college. my momma would be disappointed if she heard me say that. i wonder how she is doing back in good ole' lancaster. that's right, i was raised right in the heart of amish country. you see more horse and buggies then you do cars in lancaster, pennsylvania. it's not a whole lot of fun there, i always had to keep thinking up new things to keep myself content. i can't say that i miss that place at all."
"huh, cool. i must say you do look stunning."
"i'm going to be a total downer and say that you are full of shit. i just rolled out of bed and these waves aren't tamed at all. my face probably looks really fat too. in some angles i can't even stand to look at my face because it looks so chubby. i'm okay with the rest of my body though. i like to go around in just my bikini top because i know that i am skinny enough to do that. i just really don't like fatness. fat is a huge turnoff and i don't really associate myself with large people. eh, i know you are thinking i am a bitch. that's not what we are talking about though. i hate makeup so you'll never catch it on my face and i usually look like i am high. i'm not though. i only smoke a bong occasionally. oh, what? yes, i'm not wearing any shoes. i like my feet to be bare even though it makes me feel even shorter. hey, i think five five is short."
"very nice. everyone on the island has a supernatural power, what's yours?"
"yes, i am a freak. i have a power and it's called molecular manipulation. sounds fancy, right? if you look it up on wiki you will sure as hell get confused. basically, i can control everything around me, even myself. i have complete control over the molecules of everything that is surrounding me, i can move the trees or make my appearance change. there are no limits to what i can do really. it takes plenty of concentration and sometimes i completely screw up the molecular makeup of something because i don't focus enough. that is basically how i ended up here on poseidon. i started controlling tiny things at first, like in chem i would make the flames on the bunsen burner flicker or i would make one of the legs on a stool smaller. it was nothing big like i can do now. i'm a little vengeful and what happened was some punkass chick decided that she would try and push me around because i got around to hooking up with her exboyfriend. anger got the best of me and i started to focus on the class trophy case beside us and the glass swelled and shattered right in her face. she sort of got all scarred up. so off to this island i went."[/font]
"tell me what do you like? do you have hobbies?
partying has to be a big one. i mean come on, i can basically create my own image of the perfect party so i sure as hell do it. and with that like of partying comes my heavy attachment to alcohol. shh, i know it is bad but hey, i need something to do. so i drink. weird is good too. i like anything bizarre is okay in my book. oh holy eff, i love the beach. it's warm here so i wander around in my bikini and practically live out on the beach. mm, manipulating my own body is fun too. i can basically change my whole appearance if i want. you know what i like too? whoopie pies. i crave for them all the time. we bought them constantly back home and i like devoured them. so now my new addiction is granola bars. i can eat a box a day and sometimes i do. i like grunge clothing too. what's the point to be neat when it's acceptable to look trashy? floral. man, i love anything that has flowers on it. nighttime is awesome too. i think i have become nocturnal. singing, that's my favorite thing. it's the only reason why i am not going to college. i have a voice that could kill."[/font]
"really! well, then, what do you dislike?"
"hairy armpits. the amish ladies didn't shave and their pits look like shrubs. invest in a razor please. i don't like dogs either. when i was younger one scared me because i accidentally manipulated it's canines and they grew to be huge. i can't stand bitchy people either. if you are going to complain about everything around you then are better off not talking at all. serenity, it's all too peaceful. i love going around causing havoc and pissing people off. i can't stand frilly shirts either. they remind me of my mommomm and she is a total scare. snow! i cannot stand it. winters in lancaster got rough and sometimes it was too cold to even think about going out. i can't be barefoot in the snow! that makes me think that i don't like shoes all that much either. they confine my feet. donkeys too. i hate the sounds they make. hee haw! it's likes shut the hell up. serious people too. they never unwind so i can't take them seriously. at all."[/font]
"cool, cool. so what's your family like?"
"to my momma rose me. she was my main provider and she loved me even though most of the time she couldn't stand me. i hate myself for how shitty i treated her now. she was just trying to keep me safe but i couldn't see that. i'm her only child. i had a baby sister, she would be seventeen now, and when i was ten she got hit by a car because she was out playing in the street. her name was oceania and she was the most sweetest thing alive. i miss her and i think about her everyday. my papa skipped out on us after my sister was born. we became poor because of him. my mom had to take up two jobs and she was never home. i was too wild and never wanted to watch oceania so most of the time she was left home alone. my momma was always yelling at me and telling me that if i didn't get my act together then i was never going anywhere. looks like she is right because in the end i am stuck on this island. she knew that i was a freak and still loved me. i let her down."[/font]
"everyone has a secret, tell me one of yours. i promise not to tell."
"i don't only have one secret, there is two that i have been holding in for a while. the first one is that i am the one to blame for my sister's death. my momma has never thought to put the blame on me but i know that it is all my fault. i wanted to go out and play in the cornfields and go and mess with the horses that the amish tied up. i was just being your typical ten year old. i didn't want to watch my sister so i told her that she was good to go and do whatever she wanted. she went out into the street because i told her to. in the end she was killed. yeah, i hate myself for that. the other thing? oh, i think that i am slowly going blind. i don't know what is happening but sometimes my vision fails or when i wake up in the morning everything is dark for a few minutes. i don't want to tell anyone but it is scary as hell."[/font]
"that is juicy! tell me about your past."
"haven't i basically done this already? oh well, i'll just keep talking. if you tell me to shut up i will punch you because you told me to keep talking. so that is exactly what i am doing. i was in pa until i was sixteen. i was the wild child of the cornfields and did everything i could to cause trouble. i wasn't in school most of the time and i was a great disappointment to my mother. i dunno how i even made it to my sophomore year honestly. we were poor and i never helped out and tried to make money. i only complained because i didn't get the things that i wanted. my gift was never anything that i thought was weird. it was just a part of who i am but man was it hard to try and take control of. i didn't come close to mastering it until i was on the island. yeah, somehow i finished school. my grades weren't great but i came out with my diploma. i'm just a resident now. i am trying to go somewhere with my singing while i miss my momma like hell."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font][/justify]
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well, hello there! my name is razzle, and i've got sixteen candles on my cake! i've been roleplaying for five years. oh, and just so you know i got skills, here's an example of my work:it felt bone chilling outside. how did she even get outside? havanna couldn't remember what she had done to find herself out on the grounds. it was the dead of night and everyone else was soundly sleeping in their fourposter beds while the prefects and teachers patrolled to make the students weren't causing any chaos. havanna wasn't where she was supposed to be but she didn't have any intentions of causing chaos. not that sort of chaos at least, nothing that would disrupt the other inhabitants of the castle. she was going to stir up havoc within herself and no one would care as long as they didn't have to hear her scream. she knew that she screamed too much for the liking of others, especially the girls that had to share a dormitory with her. nightmares occurred daily and they were all usually so intense that havanna would be awoken by her own screaming and find that she was drenched in sweat. she slept in thick shirts, cautious that someone would try to and grab at her desperately if her screams ever grew too piercing. bowie was the one that usual had to rouse her out of her sleep now that they had forged a friendship. havanna was grateful, bowie was gentle and never went to grab at her bare hands. her mind couldn't remember who bowie was and why she seemed so crucial to her. bowie? why did that name automatically become paired with callum? they were people, she was sure of that much at least. besides that her mind couldn't solve much else.
her mind couldn't make complete thoughts, bits and pieces of unformed sentences or emotions were whirling around and creating a fog in her brain. it hurt too much to think she tried not to. questions continued to form in her mind, the only things that stood out to her prominently. why was she outside? how had she gotten herself dressed? why hadn't anyone found her wondering around in a daze? why couldn't she think? why was there so much searing pain? pain. that was something that her mind could zero in on. how had she dealt with the pain? it didn't seem as serious as it had been earlier. havanna could blearily recall that she had nastily sliced her arms up earlier. hadn't she promised someone that she would work on coping with her emotions? there was sudden feeling of anguish centered at her temples and her extensive thoughts ceased there. havanna thought that she could spot faint smears of crimson on the inner arms of her sleeves. why had these cuts ended up deeper than usual? eric's mum. two words clearly appeared and they were they only thing that havanna could focus on. she wanted to shriek and scream until someone found her. recalling the memory was inevitable, it laid only right under the surface and could be brought back with ease. two simple words had urged the memory and havanna was reliving through it again. the memory was stuck on replay and the horrific events unfolded with sharp clarity. how could someone be so cruel? how could you do that someone you married eternally?
she had to look something not far off from the living dead. her pale skin was flushed, the briskness of the air robbing any warmth that had been coursing through her body. her eyes were dull and the shimmer that callum could create wasn't apparent. her blue orbs seemed to be glazed over, like she was far off in another universe that no one else could enter. blood was even smeared on her sleeves and the cuts on her arms and stomach were still fresh from only a few hours before. she couldn't shake the ringing scream from her ears and right behind her eyes she saw two hands roughly taking hold of a panicking lady. eric had gifted her with this when she had tried to be consoling and reached out to grasp him. he was the source of the tornado of emotions that had driven her to create more slices. callum would be disappointed. callum and eric were irrelevant. the memory needed to stop and she had to find some way to make the pain subside. she blinked and the lake appeared before her, even though she had been standing in front of it for some odd minutes. the water, it would be icy and chilling. it would work her body and mind out this daze and if it couldn't at least her thoughts would stop. the pain would fade away as well. with either outcome she would be winning. vacantly she reached down for her sandals and fumbled with taking them off. she had sandals? she must have taken them from bowie. her shorts were harder to pull off. where the hell that she gotten shorts from? her mind couldn't produce an answer. she pulled off her denim shirt and in a cotton tank top she stepped into the shocking water of the lake.
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