Post by bella2 on Feb 25, 2011 13:53:26 GMT -5
laramie rosabelle nadège
Run and hide. Die and be free.
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AND I THROW MY HEART BACK TO THE OCEAN
nicknames: lara, rose, rosie
sex: female
age: 14
birthday: April 4
grade: freshman
orientation: straight
diagnosis: anxiety disorders; level 3
problem: I am afraid of many things and some are things that you would never think someone could be afraid of. I will not allow people to touch me except if it is my brother or a close friend. I am afraid of men over 30 and that might be because I am also afraid of sexual abuse. I am afraid of being alone and of myself which is why I don't like being alone. I hate the dark and thunderstorms. I am also afraid of heights. I cannot speak in public and that might be because I am afraid of being laughed at. I hate the number 666 because it is the number of the devil and I fear that if I say it or right it that the devil will come and take me. I am slightly afraid of long words only because they confuse me. Lastly, the color yellow. I cannot wear anything yellow, touch anything yellow, or eat anything yellow.
List: Achluophobia (dark), Acrophobia (heights), Agraphobia (sexual abuse), Androphobia (men), Aphenphosmphobia (being touched), Autophobia (being alone or one's self), Brontophobia (thunder & lightning), Gelotophobia (being laughed at), Glossophobia (speaking in public), Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia (666), Hippopotomonstrosesquipetaliophobia (long words), Xanthophobia (yellow)
What happens: It depends on what it is. If it is one of my minor fears such as long words, I might throw a fit or start crying because I don't like them and they scare me. If it is one of my major fears, though, such as being touched or being alone, I will find a place to put myself where my back is to a wall and just sit there. Depending on how much of my fear was exposed to me, I could be there for up to 36 hours. I don't move when this happens, and I am unresponsive unless you try to move me. If you do attempt to move me, I will throw a fit and do everything I can to get back to where I was.
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BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
eyes: blue
face: always gentle and rarely ever stern or angry
body: 5'4" and skinny
fashion: In the winter, I where jeans or sweat- pants with a cute, long-sleeved shirt or t-shirt, or I'll throw on a dress with some leggings. In the summer and spring, I like to wear short shorts and tank tops or short, light dresses. I am usually seen with a locket around my neck that my mother gave me before she died.
playby: Abigail Breslin
overall: I have long, wavy brown hair that flows down to the middle of my back. I wear it differently almost every day, but I like it down because it's so long. My eyes are a pretty blue-grey and the change colors often, floating more toward blue or more toward grey. I stand at five feet, four inches, but my doctor tells me that I'm still growing. Also, I weigh ninety-five pounds, and you can say that I don't weigh enough all you want, but I like being thin, plus it's a healthy weight. As for my usual attire, in the winter, I where jeans or sweat- pants with a cute, long-sleeved shirt or t-shirt, or I'll throw on a dress with some leggings. In the summer and spring, I like to wear short shorts and tank tops or short, light dresses. I am usually seen with a locket around my neck that my mother gave me before she died. It holds a picture of both my parents on one side and my older brother on the other.
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AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
dislikes: all of my fears, people making fun of my fears, rude people, having no friends, people making fun of where I come from, people making fun of my accent
strengths: making friends, comforting people, thinking of ways to have fun
weaknesses: my fears, fighting (physical and vocal), being mean
secrets: has been sexually abused, almost committed suicide because of fears, was diagnosed with depression when I was younger
worst memory: coming home to find my mother and father dead (father strangled mother then shot himself)
best memory: playing with my brother and friends in the neighborhood back in France
desires: to be at least semi-normal and for my brother to be cured of his alcohol/ drug addiction
pet peeves: none, really.
overall: fearful, kind, sweet, fun to be around, shy
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BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
siblings: Gabriel: 18, senior
other relatives: none
history: I was born in France. Paris, France to be exact. I went to school there with my brother, Gabriel, until I was ten. My fears developed when I was young, but my mother thought nothing of them, just that they were the normal things that a child should be afraid of. As more and more of my fears started to surface, though, she realized that I was not like normal children. I would often run to my brother for comfort, for many of the kids at my school called me names and laughed at me.
My mother found Hawthorne Academy when I was nine years old and kept it in mind in case my fears worsened or stayed around as I aged. And then my brother became addicted to drugs, alcohol, and sex, and my mother knew that we had to move. We moved to the United States when I was ten and have lived here ever since. My brother started at Hawthorne right away, but my mother wanted to wait to see if my fears would go away. They didn't, so now here I am. My mother and father died shortly after I started at Hawthorne. My father strangled my mother and then shot himself so that he wouldn't get caught. Even though he did such a horrible thing, I have forgiven him.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
your age: 15
time zone: Eastern
other characters: Piper Elizabeth Jackson, Anthony Isabella O'Reilly
rp sample: What if everyone admitted to the crimes that they did? What if no one committed any crimes? What if, under the constitution of the United States, any and all crimes were punishable by death? Would anyone be where they were today? Certainly there would be no prison. There would be no place to go for committing a crime except to the executioner who would then kill you without a second thought. Maybe the world would be a better place. Or maybe, some of the innocent would be killed while the criminals got away. That's what would have happened to me, Anthony O'Reilly. Killed without a second thought. Maybe it's a good thing that the Constitution states that you may not be automatically killed if you have committed a crime.
Of course, I should have been killed right away. Sure, I didn't do anything wrong, but everyone that had seen the actual crime happen had said that I had been the one to do it. Ironic, huh? Just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and bam. Just like that, you are put in jail for life. Well, unless your parents are filthy stinkin' rich. Then you have another option. You have the option to move to a different town and start your life over again, trying to forget the past. Then again, maybe if I had stayed in jail, my brother might not have been shot and killed. Something like that was hard to shake off. I couldn't help but think if I had just stayed in jail, they wouldn't have moved to this horrid town, and my brother might still be with my. My closest brother.
And of course, being a middle child of eight -well, seven now- had it's advantages and disadvantages. For instance, an advantage could possibly be that you are hardly noticed among your siblings. Yet, that could also be a bad thing. Ever since being sent to prison, though, I was glad to have a large family. Plus, the larger the family, the more shoulders to lean on. Though now that Martin was gone, I didn't really have many siblings that I could cry to. For example, the twins, Scott and Carolina, were only fourteen, and they didn't know much about comforting their older siblings, Zenon was six and Lucas was eight, so they didn't really know much of anything. Really the only two people that I had were ConnOr and William, but they were both older than me and reminded me too much of Martin.
It was hard to have a large family and still not have anyone to cry to. Then again, with moving to Hawthorne Academy, I hadn't really seen any of my siblings too much. I knew that they all went here -except for Zenon and Lucas- because, in reality, we all had problems. Mine? Hah. Funny you ask because it is sexual addiction. After Martin was killed, I started to feel unloved, and that led to the wanting to have sex. It would make me feel better. It did make me feel better. But it was more feeling better about myself then anything. I think that part of me wanted to impress Martin and to show him that I really was a sexy beast, but part of me just really liked the thought and feeling of sex. Since moving to Hawthorne, though, no one seemed to care about me. They all just seemed to make fun of my name. Anthony. They stated that it was a guy's name and that I was a trans gender for having such a name. But Annie wasn't a guy's name, was it now?
I sighed as I walked through the gardens, exploring and looking around at the many flowers that sprouted. Flowers were such beautiful things, colorful and growing in all shapes and designs. They were wonderful things, mostly symbolizing peace and happiness. At least, that's what I thought of when I saw them. Some people hated flowers and I had always wondered why. What was there to hate about a flower? I shook my head and looked up, examining the people in the gardens. The normal people: girls just looking at the flowers, a few guys prowling around searching for the right girl to snatch and take back to their dorm, a few nerds here and there who were studying the flowers and taking down notes. All the same. And then someone caught my eye and I started walking toward him for God only knows what reason.
Ripped jeans, ripped t-shirt, a cigarette in hand. I could just tell that he probably wasn't good news, and yet, he was looking at some white daisies, not studying them like a nerd, not looking for any girls, just looking at them. I walked up beside him and looked down at the daisies as well. What I saw in them was probably different then what he saw, but I saw my brother, Martin. I saw him laughing and playing with me when we were younger. And suddenly he stopped, right next to a pure white daisy. He plucked it and wove it into my hair saying, 'A pure soul will never die.' I bit my lip hard, trying to force the tears to stay back as I spoke to the guy that I had approached. "Daisies are beautiful, wouldn't you agree?" I said, thinking of how terrible saying that was to try and start a conversation.
Post on here with Anthony.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
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