Post by allie on Sept 20, 2009 20:44:40 GMT -5
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I THINK I'M LOST IN THE LETTERS.[/font]
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[/b], but you can call me esther, eZ or sharp. my birthday's february 17, 1992, so if you're too lazy to do the math, that means i'm sixteen years old right now. currently, i am a sophomore at newport high. you will find me hanging out with the sleeper kids. i'm also a lady, in case you couldn't tell. oh! and i'm also homosexual, and if you can live with that, i'm sure we'll be great friends."[/size][/center][/blockquote][/ul]
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WHEN HER REPLY MEANT EVERYTHING.[/font] [/blockquote][/ul][/center]
"You look really familiar! Have I seen you before?"[/font][/color]
"With my ice blonde hair and bright brown eyes, I'm a catch. I stand at about five-feet-four inches and I'm super thin and pale. Most people say that I look a lot like Jac Vanek. Do you see a resemblence?"[/font]
"So, what do you like?"[/font][/color]
"Oh, I like a lot of things. I like girls, sex, parties, music, friends, sex, alcohol, drugs (the green stuff), bright colors, being a bitch, having fun, my pet bunny Goliath... and a lot more."[/font]
"And the things you could live without? What about them?"[/font][/color]
"And the things I hate the most? I hate too much sun, God, goody two shoes, being too hot, being too cold, barretts, bobby-pins, rings, fake hair, water and having my hair looking fried."[/font]
"And what are the things you just can't stand?"[/font][/color]
"People who don't have table manners get on my nerves, as well as people who have kids in high school."[/font]
"Do you have any bad habits? What about good ones?"[/font][/color]
"I bite my nails when I'm nervous, I cry when I'm angry. I do happy dances for anything that amuses me. I have a sailor's mouth and, i tend to smirk when i'm content."[/font]
"Oh, really? Well, how about the secrets?"[/font][/color]
"My brother raped me when I was twelve."[/font]
"And the fears?"[/font][/color]
"I have a bad fear of thunderstorms and walking down alleys at night."[/font]
"Do you have any special talents?"[/font][/color]
"I can talk with my mouth closed and I can whistle through my nose. And does having a 'cows' tongue count as one
"[/font] "And last but not least, what's your relationship status/history?"[/font][/color]
"I'm currently as single as can be. There's no one special in my life and I don't think I'll be finding one any time soon. With the few girls that I have dated, most of them were straight before I turned them. And, Half of them were virgins."[/font]
call me up to confess
THAT IT'S ME YOU THINK ABOUT.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]"Where were you born?"[/font][/color]
"I was born in good old Wycoff, New Jersey here in the great United States. I never really liked Jersey, and most of them have that annoying Jersey accent. I love Cali so much better."[/font]
"And what's up with your family?"[/font][/color]
"There's nothing to my family really. They all think I'm a big freak because of what I did in the past, they will never forgive me. My mother's name is Yolanda and my father's name is Jeremy. I had a little brother named Maximilien, but he's no longer with us. Something terrible happened when I was younger that made this possible. I can't even forgive myself for what happened. Sometimes I go over it in my mind and the voices come back to say that I did good. But I know in my heart that I didn't.
Dad use to be a big record producer guy and mom was so pretty it hurt to even look at her. I thought I had a perfect family even with my pet bunny. But, the voices told me differently. And then there was my best friend Brittany. She was cool and all and I thought we would get along great. We did, until I was a retard and left her at a party. I wanted to teach her a lesson. I don't really care for what happened to her, but I do feel really bad. I don't care about what people tell me or whisper behind my back about it, but it's life. I also miss Brittany as a friend. I never meant to hurt her like I did... but things happen, you know?"[/font]
"Now, tell me your story."[/font][/color]
"esther's lifewas never good to begin with. from the start, there had only been death and devastation in esther's life. the moment that she was born, her birth mother couldn't handle a child. she just couldn't. she didn't want one. but her husband insisted that they keep her. well, when she was born, esther was named and was suggested to be put up for adoption. of course rory didn't want this and soon took over, taking full custody of their child. the weeks went by and as little esther grew older, her mother grew weaker in the mind soon leading to her untimely death. rory found his wife hanging from the banister of their' four story home when he came home from work that night. esther had a few bruises to her head but it didn't seem like anything critical was wrong with her.
for years esther grew up knowing nothing about her biological mother. her father fell into alcohol, but not enough to become an alcoholic. one year, when rory was out scowering the bars for a new potential fiance, esther was left home alone. that's when she started to hear the voices. they came at her all at once. this caused her to crawl into a corner with a kitchen knife threatening the voices until her dad came into the room. the scene was enough to scare the poor bar girl away. rory, in order to make his little girl better did everything that he could. he even tried talking to the voice that haunted his daughter's mind. nothing worked. that's when he gave up on her. that's when he met the love of his life. Evangeline.
of course evangeline never liked esther and though she was weird. their five year old child, maximilien seemed to be the only one to understand and like her at the time. he couls see what she was hearing and the voices didn't like that. the voices ruled her now. they told her to hurt max. it was the only way she could be normal. max was on the bad side, they said. that's when she took a knife to her little step brother. she was accused of this murder and the judge, having the medical diagnosis for this crime, sent here here to california. she has rebuilt her life now and doesn't hear the voices as much. and no one really knows of her past."[/font]
I NEED YOU HERE WITH ME.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]
"So, here's the deal. My name is
allie and
I've been role playing for six years. Plus, I'm eighteen
years young, and I found you guys
from a friend oh, and the secret code is musketeer"
The sky was darkening as the night fell, the sun slowly moving down the horizon with each and every passing millisecond. It was almost like a dream. Actually, it had to be a dream. A real good dream. Bloom felt a blush settle on her features as she watched Marcus come towards her. He was beckoning her to join him for a dance.....but, that was impossible. Who would want a lowly girl like herself, right? Wrong. Madame had been right. Hopefully. Bella felt a lump rise in her throat as she considered the possibility of it. Maybe Marcus did feel something for her.... Bloom shook her head, her bangs scattering about in the motion. What kind of illusion was she casting on herself? Marcus feel something for her? Impossible.
Bloom let out a gasp of air having forgotten how to breathe as he lifted a lock of her hair, putting it against his lips as if to test their softness, and coming closer to her like a predator closing in on its prey. She shook her head, looking at her love with sparkling brown eyes. Marcus wasn't a predator. He was her sun. He was her other half. He was.....
....getting down on his knee.
Bloom let out a slight gasp, her hand trembling as he pressed something cool into her palm. It was a ring, and not just any kind of ring. An engagement ring. Madam had been right. "Will you, Rosalind Bloom Saleena Marigold, take me to be your lawfully wedded husband?" he asked in a gentlemanly sort of manner. How cute. Bloom didn't think, didn't even consider any other options--"I do," she whispered, her voice ragged from anxiety and excitement. He loved her! He truly, truly loved her! What had she been thinking? Marcus wasn't a predator, he was going to marry her for goodness sakes. What had she been thinking?!
The gypsies had been right. Madam had been right. They had all been right. He was the one. Her one and only. Her soul mate. Shivering, Bloom allowed herself to be pulled into a warm embrace, taking in the smell of cologne and enjoying every bit of it. She had no idea what would happen to her, she had no idea what her fiancee had slipped into Madame's hand or the other gypsies hands for that matter. In Bloom's world, it didn't matter.
She was getting married.
He had his arm around her waist, and she could hear the rustle of silk dresses swaying. If only this night would last forever. If only dawn wouldn't come.....she would dance forever. Bloom beamed at her fiancee, glowing with excitement, love and desire. She would belong to no one but him and he would be her own. He would hers, and no else's. Marcus would be hers and her alone.
Bloom let out a gasp of air having forgotten how to breathe as he lifted a lock of her hair, putting it against his lips as if to test their softness, and coming closer to her like a predator closing in on its prey. She shook her head, looking at her love with sparkling brown eyes. Marcus wasn't a predator. He was her sun. He was her other half. He was.....
....getting down on his knee.
Bloom let out a slight gasp, her hand trembling as he pressed something cool into her palm. It was a ring, and not just any kind of ring. An engagement ring. Madam had been right. "Will you, Rosalind Bloom Saleena Marigold, take me to be your lawfully wedded husband?" he asked in a gentlemanly sort of manner. How cute. Bloom didn't think, didn't even consider any other options--"I do," she whispered, her voice ragged from anxiety and excitement. He loved her! He truly, truly loved her! What had she been thinking? Marcus wasn't a predator, he was going to marry her for goodness sakes. What had she been thinking?!
The gypsies had been right. Madam had been right. They had all been right. He was the one. Her one and only. Her soul mate. Shivering, Bloom allowed herself to be pulled into a warm embrace, taking in the smell of cologne and enjoying every bit of it. She had no idea what would happen to her, she had no idea what her fiancee had slipped into Madame's hand or the other gypsies hands for that matter. In Bloom's world, it didn't matter.
She was getting married.
He had his arm around her waist, and she could hear the rustle of silk dresses swaying. If only this night would last forever. If only dawn wouldn't come.....she would dance forever. Bloom beamed at her fiancee, glowing with excitement, love and desire. She would belong to no one but him and he would be her own. He would hers, and no else's. Marcus would be hers and her alone.
**this isn't my best. I can usually get close or over 2000 words.
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