Post by ruby on Feb 25, 2011 18:04:25 GMT -5
savannah piper capulet
you'll be the prince and i'll be the princess
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AND I THROW MY HEART BACK TO THE OCEAN
nicknames: anne, anna, annie
sex: female
age: eighteen
birthday: july 9th
grade: senior
orientation: straight
diagnosis: mood disorder; level 3
problem: savannah constantly feels dirty, and has an obsessive need to bleed it off. if she cut her skin deep enough, maybe all the memories will wash away. the pain makes her forget. she's often depressed, but doesn't show it. she hates being cornered, or being near guys, generally. she thinks they're all after her, and that if she keeps harming herself, they'll be disgusted and finally leave her alone. sometimes she even cuts herself just for fun. she always thinks about death, and even tries to make it happen. if it wasn't binging on pills, it's chugging drinks until she passes out. she's able to use anything and everything to self harm. in fact, she kind of likes self harming, it calms her down.
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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: bright blue
face: savannah always has a cheerful, friendly, and sweet smile on
body: frail, skinny
fashion: bright colours, dresses or skirts
playby: alexis bledel
overall: savannah is really preppy and cheerful, therefor, you can find her in bright coloured clothing. she has a closet full of dresses and skirts; organized by type and then colour. rarely, would you see her in jeans because she doesn't think jeans makes her look good. she is always presentable and neat, careful to not get any stains on her outfits. she loves to go with the natural look- with the occasional days where she feels like it- just so it wouldn't raise any suspicions that she was hiding something. her piercing blue eyes are mesmerizing and her smile is captivating. there are plenty of scars marked on her arms, and her inner thighs, closer to the pressure point than it should be. she wears dresses to show she's got nothing to hide and knows for certain no one would see anything.
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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: pressure, being smart, looking at her scars, hangovers, her parents, deceiving people
strengths: pretending she's okay, smart, loyal, able to make people laugh, writing, reading.
weaknesses: doctors, sports, her brothers, dimples, babies, candies.
secrets:
1. got raped by her father last year
2. her father abuses her and her twin brother
worst memory: being abused, getting raped by her father, and stomach pumping
best memory: everyday before her fourteenth birthday, and the "siblings day out's."
desires: to accept her past, become an author, be truly happy, be successful, marry, have kids.
pet peeves: people shaking their legs, writers' block, people constantly clicking their pen, people who chew with their mouths full, people who talk and chew at the same time.
overall: savannah is easy to describe, in a way. she's vibrant, friendly, outgoing, adventurous, and definitely kind. she will lend a helping to anybody and everybody, any time, any day. she listens when you have something to say, and speaks her opinions when it needed to be spoken. she's extremely protective of the ones she loves the most. she'd take a million bullets for them, and still go for another round if they asked her too. she'd die to protect them, and kill for their happiness. she's constantly putting others before herself, and making sure they're not sad or angry. she's very motherly when it comes to her brothers and parents. And while she hates her parents to a point that she wanted to torture them every single way she can before they die..... she still took care of them. feeding them, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, etc etc. she's friendly and takes in everyone with open arms.
savannah loves adventures, and is always craving for it. you can say she's an adrenaline junkie, but she would never do anything illegal. she's often pressured into getting good grades, succeeding, joining clubs, running clubs, and to change the world. she's the kind of girl who's perfect in every way. she's obviously not considering she's terrible at sports, and her things and arms are so scarred that it's almost obvious that she's hurting herself. she wishes for death all the time, praying god to find some way to kill her. she's attempted suicide plenty of times before, knowing everybody would be better off without her. she cuts herself to relief stress, and relieve the overbearing memories. she is very very closed off. there are so many walls built up that no one really knows her that well except for the fact that she's a sweetheart. she is never angry, never frustrated, never impatient, or unkind. although, she's a total party animal. you can definitely count on seeing her at every single party. she wouldn't miss it for the world. she may look like a saint, but she parties like she's the devil's call girl. she's also a compulsive liar, but no one has yet to call her bluff.
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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: Nathan Capulet - 26 - lawyer, Timothy Capulet - 24 - firefighter, Evan Capulet - 23 - fire fighter, Blake Capulet - 21 - College senior, Isaac - 18 - older twin
other relatives: none
history: Savannah grew up in an extremely dangerous environment with an abusive alcoholic father, and a drug addict mother. She has five older brothers whom are all extremely protective of her. There's six of them all together-not including the parents,- but they had their own lives and their own problems. There was never enough time for Savannah. "She can make her own friends, find her own happiness." They'd say. Their father was constantly drinking after work and their mother was always splayed all over the couch, high off her ass. Four years before she turned eighteen, her brothers started to leave one by one, but her twin, Isaac had always stayed by her side. Her brothers each took jobs to raise for the two of them because they were the youngest, and while they all have their own sibling fights, they'd still kill for each other any time any day.
It was four years before her eighteenth birthday when her father had started to become abusive. He would come home with a bottle in his hand, muttering something incoherent , getting angry over the littlest things. At first it was only shoving and pinning her on her wall, and then soon it was throwing things at her, pushing things at her, pushing her down the stairs, punching her, kicking her, dragging her by her hair. One time, it was so bad, he had grabbed a hockey stick and and hacked the hell out of her. Lucky for her, her twin brother had walked in. In order to protect her, he had taken some of the beating for her. It was the worst day of her life. She was so grateful that he saved her, but she felt horrible every time he screamed out in pain.
She should have went to the hospital that day. Her brothers had asked them over and over and over again "what happened?" She couldn't tell them. They'd kill her father, and while she wanted that to happen, she couldn't let it happen because it was for her. So she told them she fell down the stairs and accidentally pulled Isaac with her. She had so many bruises, broken bones, and scratches. There were line marks from the hockey stick. Her brothers were suspicious but didn't force anything out of her, afraid they'd hurt her. It wasn't until last year when they found it. Dad had gotten laid off that day- again, from another job- and he was pissed. He was fuming smoke from his ears. Savannah knew to stay away from him, but she was too late. Her mother had asked her to make lunch for her, and by the time she was done, he had already been five steps away from her.
He spat at her, called her names, degraded her like no tomorrow, and forcefully pulled her here and there. She was dragged up the stairs by her right ankle- two flights of stairs- and was thrown right into her bedroom. He had beaten her until she was on the floor, unable to move, and when he had been done with that..... well.... he raped her. Her brothers had been coming home that day to celebrate her seventeenth birthday, but they had come home to see tear stains on their sisters face, bruises and hand prints all over her body, and she had just been laying there, unmoving, not blinking, naked. By that time, their father had already been out drinking again. She had showered at least ten times that day. She didn't speak, didn't listen, didn't eat, didn't acknowledge anything, didn't smile. She had no emotions. She would walk around outside and go back to her room to take a shower once again. It was that day that she had taken a broken glass and made a long laceration on her arm. Every day, there would be a new cut on her arm or her inner thighs, or her sides. Savannah felt so dirty all the time, but she forced a smile and played cheerful.
On the day of the last final exam, when a football athlete didn't get his way with her, he had almost done what her father had done- if it wasn't for Isaac who had beat the crap out of him along with his hockey buddies.Her skirt had been torn and her sleeves were pulled off. She had gone home and had cut directly on the pressure point of her thigh, causing her to lose a lot of blood. And even with that going on, she still had to make sure, so she stole her mom's bottle of pills. She had shoved all the pills down her throat, soaking it down with a big bottle of water. She laid in the bath tub, water pouring on her face, her pill bottle hanging over the ledge, and the blood draining down the pipes. She would've died that night. Should've. But once again, Isaac saved her life by taking her to the hospital in time. And then the doctors saw all the cuts and the dangers she puts herself in, they sent her here.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
your age: eighteen
time zone: pacific
other characters: not yet ;]
rp sample:
A quiet sigh escaped the pink glossed lips, as it smiled politely towards her client. She was beyond exhausted. This was the fifth client she had to meet since six this morning. And she had little to no sleep. Well... she had fifteen minutes of sleep if that counted. She had been up all night looking over reports, fixing some costume and set designs, and then correcting some proposals. She understood that everybody's tired, but they have no idea how tiring a General Manager's job is. But she's used to it. She had been working in this ship since last year, and she had tried many different positions. She's started with stage cleaning, and then helping out with costumes and sets, learned how to do tech and lighting stuff, knew how to work with the talent clients, and now she's a General Manager here. Of all the different jobs she's tried the past year, helping out with the talent portion was her favourite. But being General Manger is even more fun than talents. "That sounds great. I'll send you our proposal first thing in the morning tomorrow." She told him, shaking his hands, smiling at him as she watched him leave. She sighed once more and blew her bangs out of the way, grabbing the list of things he needed and wanted, and ticked it into her folder. Laying the folder against her left harm, she pushed open the door to the hallway. She waved at the new on board passengers, greeted the staff, and directed the passengers to their rooms along the way. She made her way towards the deck below the main level. Maybe the staff lounge would be quiet and she'd be able to get a head start on her proposal.
She watched as a pair of couple held the hand of their daughter, laughing. Her heart ached, having a longing to be in the little girl's place. But no. That will never happen. She will never be able to see her parents again. Don't want to. The last time she saw them was when she was fifteen, and they had beaten her into a puddle. She was in the front lawn in nothing but a tank top and boy shorts in the middle of winter. She was just lying there. She couldn't move. Not because she had a frostbite, but because she was in so much pain that she couldn't possible move. She couldn't even breath. She was sure she was going to die. No one had come out of their mansion to check on her. No one even took a peek. They were used to this. It happed every day, but it was never this bad. But the beatings were worst that day because she told them she was pregnant. But after the beating, the child was obviously lost. Though, someone did put her in a garage with a blanket on top, if that counted as doing something. So when she was sure she was okay to walk, she packed some clothes into her gym bag, and stole her parents' bank card. She withdrew thousands of dollars, and took the Greyhound to the airport and flew to the first place on her mind. Australia. But then the jobs and the life there wasn't fun. At all. So she traveled around New York a bit before she headed for Florida. And then she found a job here, in this ship. She swore to herself she'd never forgive them. She'd never even try to touch a thing that would relate to them. She hated them with a passion. They had killed her child, they almost killed her. There was no way those stuck up rich sons of cows would ever be forgiven.
She ducked quietly into the staff lounge, unnoticed, as usual. She sat down on a chair, and started to write a rough draft on the proposal, but she was often distracted by other people. The second Holden walked in, she could recognize his voice, and immediately blocked him out so she could concentrate. After about fifteen minutes into her second half of the draft, she let out a sigh of frustration, pushing the piece of paper further away from her, leaning back on the chair. She looked up at the ceiling, and shut her eyes for a second before opening them once again. She sighed, thinking about how much she missed her parents. They broke her heart. They kicked her out. They left her. They didn't even try to call her after she left. Not for Christmas, and definitely not for her birthday. Did she even exist to them anymore? Are they even alive? Did they replace her with another girl to be their perfect daughter? Or were they travelling the world? Or were they so glad that she ran away? Did they miss her at all? Or was she just a mere memory? A distant memory that was so far back of their minds that they'd never even remember her. Maybe in a flashback, but maybe not. She swore she was going to cry, tears were even threatening at the tip of her eyelashes, but she wiped it away before anyone could see. What would have happened if she stayed outside the house instead of running away? Would they have eventually forgiven her and take her back into their warmth? Knowing her parents, they wouldn't. Their lives were too perfect for her.
Aniyah Emerald Garcia was nothing but a failure. She was a test child gone wrong. Easily replaceable. She shook the memories away. Why was she thinking about this today? She's never done this for the past seven years, so why was she thinking about it now? Why now? Why the sudden longing to see her parents? She didn't even know where they lived anymore for Pete's sake. And she didn't want to see them. Not before, not now, not ever. They don't deserve to see her. They don't deserve to know whether or not she was having an amazing life right now. Even if she was suffering, they can go suck it and die. Okay, no, she didn't want them to die. But even if they do see her in the streets, suffering from starvation, she would never take a penny from them. She'd stand up, look them in the eye, and made sure they were hurting inside. Made sure they regret their decision because all of this was their fault. It was their fault that she was begging for money. But she wasn't broke, and she didn't need to beg for money, but it'd be nice once in a while to be able to make her parents feel like shit. It'd be nice to let them know that she can prove herself to them. That she can make it out in the world. That she can survive without their help in money. Well..... okay except for the money that she stole from them- which she spent on food and motels. She shook her head again. She could care less if they were having the time of their lives. She could care less if they're lying on a hospital bed, wanting to see her one last time. They can die with regret. "Would one of you lovely ladies care to make me a sandwich?" She heard Holden say, bringing her out of her angry memories. "They're not your slave. Get your own sandwich."
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She watched as a pair of couple held the hand of their daughter, laughing. Her heart ached, having a longing to be in the little girl's place. But no. That will never happen. She will never be able to see her parents again. Don't want to. The last time she saw them was when she was fifteen, and they had beaten her into a puddle. She was in the front lawn in nothing but a tank top and boy shorts in the middle of winter. She was just lying there. She couldn't move. Not because she had a frostbite, but because she was in so much pain that she couldn't possible move. She couldn't even breath. She was sure she was going to die. No one had come out of their mansion to check on her. No one even took a peek. They were used to this. It happed every day, but it was never this bad. But the beatings were worst that day because she told them she was pregnant. But after the beating, the child was obviously lost. Though, someone did put her in a garage with a blanket on top, if that counted as doing something. So when she was sure she was okay to walk, she packed some clothes into her gym bag, and stole her parents' bank card. She withdrew thousands of dollars, and took the Greyhound to the airport and flew to the first place on her mind. Australia. But then the jobs and the life there wasn't fun. At all. So she traveled around New York a bit before she headed for Florida. And then she found a job here, in this ship. She swore to herself she'd never forgive them. She'd never even try to touch a thing that would relate to them. She hated them with a passion. They had killed her child, they almost killed her. There was no way those stuck up rich sons of cows would ever be forgiven.
She ducked quietly into the staff lounge, unnoticed, as usual. She sat down on a chair, and started to write a rough draft on the proposal, but she was often distracted by other people. The second Holden walked in, she could recognize his voice, and immediately blocked him out so she could concentrate. After about fifteen minutes into her second half of the draft, she let out a sigh of frustration, pushing the piece of paper further away from her, leaning back on the chair. She looked up at the ceiling, and shut her eyes for a second before opening them once again. She sighed, thinking about how much she missed her parents. They broke her heart. They kicked her out. They left her. They didn't even try to call her after she left. Not for Christmas, and definitely not for her birthday. Did she even exist to them anymore? Are they even alive? Did they replace her with another girl to be their perfect daughter? Or were they travelling the world? Or were they so glad that she ran away? Did they miss her at all? Or was she just a mere memory? A distant memory that was so far back of their minds that they'd never even remember her. Maybe in a flashback, but maybe not. She swore she was going to cry, tears were even threatening at the tip of her eyelashes, but she wiped it away before anyone could see. What would have happened if she stayed outside the house instead of running away? Would they have eventually forgiven her and take her back into their warmth? Knowing her parents, they wouldn't. Their lives were too perfect for her.
Aniyah Emerald Garcia was nothing but a failure. She was a test child gone wrong. Easily replaceable. She shook the memories away. Why was she thinking about this today? She's never done this for the past seven years, so why was she thinking about it now? Why now? Why the sudden longing to see her parents? She didn't even know where they lived anymore for Pete's sake. And she didn't want to see them. Not before, not now, not ever. They don't deserve to see her. They don't deserve to know whether or not she was having an amazing life right now. Even if she was suffering, they can go suck it and die. Okay, no, she didn't want them to die. But even if they do see her in the streets, suffering from starvation, she would never take a penny from them. She'd stand up, look them in the eye, and made sure they were hurting inside. Made sure they regret their decision because all of this was their fault. It was their fault that she was begging for money. But she wasn't broke, and she didn't need to beg for money, but it'd be nice once in a while to be able to make her parents feel like shit. It'd be nice to let them know that she can prove herself to them. That she can make it out in the world. That she can survive without their help in money. Well..... okay except for the money that she stole from them- which she spent on food and motels. She shook her head again. She could care less if they were having the time of their lives. She could care less if they're lying on a hospital bed, wanting to see her one last time. They can die with regret. "Would one of you lovely ladies care to make me a sandwich?" She heard Holden say, bringing her out of her angry memories. "They're not your slave. Get your own sandwich."
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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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