Post by anne on Jan 10, 2010 1:23:59 GMT -5
CHRISTIANNE SOLIS COOKSON.
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* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
and if you let go, then i'll let go tonight.[/center]
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"Well, name, rank and serial number I take it then? Christianne Solis Cookson, also known as Chris, Christy, Shorty, brat, and hey you. Born on October the thirteenth.. and no,it wasn't on a Friday. As you can clearly tell I am a girl and like boys... most of the time" she adds with a slight smirk on her lips. "When I was younger I used to switch schools a lot due to dad's work. Hence why I never really made many friends and the few people who talked to me thought I looked a lot like Emily Browning, whoever that is. Then again maybe I was imagining them. I actually have yet to finish high school, but since 'they' keep telling me I need help, here I am... supposedly getting that help and then eventually my GED."
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the most fucked up girl in this ward... When I look in the mirror i try to see my mother. You see my eyes are somewhere between hazel and gray and wide like the proverbial deer in headlights. Nothing like my father. My hair is light brown, like his but; it tends to curl at the end supposedly like her's did. I'm very pale, ghostly even but I like it that way. makes scarring the staff easier when they think I killed myself again." With a bit of laugh she lifts her eyes as though she were remembering something and then looks at you once more. The smile never leaving her face. "It's amazing what holding your breath and a few ketchup packets can start a frenzy of gigantic proportions. Then again having a few scars like the ones on my wrists and arms does make someone think I may do something, quite drastic."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"Let's see here... I have two scars here on my wrists, my stomach cannot handle insane amounts of food due to an over dose a few years back. Tylenol, aspirin or any head ache medicine no longer works on me. I think I've developed immunity to them due to a high consumption and I'm not allowed around razor blades, pencils, pencil sharpeners, ropes, pills, pill cabinets, bathrooms unless accompanied by an adult, swimming pools are off limits and sneaking off is as well. I'm aware of being constantly watched which has made me a bit 'paranoid' with time.
All in all they call me suicidal or that i have "depression with suicidal tendencies" but me, I'm not depressed just bored and tired. I need things to keep me awake and motivated. I love the attention I get from people and the scars always make for a good story line. Like, hey I'm Shorty and these are my two... scratch that, four scars from my suicide attempts. I do have more but not all of them are visible to the naked eye now are they. I don't think I'm depressed i think I have lived long enough to know that my time in this world is up. They just can't accept it and are forcing me to remain here when there is nothing left for me.
Sometimes, though especially at night I'm pretty sure I hear voices or see shadows moving about. The doctors keep telling me that I should remember that there are orderlies and guards walking around the place, but even though they have written it down as delusional on their little note pads, I know better... besides, I doubt an orderly would try to show me new ways of going to wonderland(Or give suggestions for ending this miserable life). I mean with their training, no amount of taunting would ever get them to choke me to death now would it. But I do enjoy the attention I get when walking around in my nighty... I know what they are thinking..."
HOW CAN WE ACCOMMODATE YOU BETTER?
[/size][/font]"you could always start by making it rain... or at least letting me have my razor blades back, though I doubt any of the good doctors in this place would allow it to be so. Then again I have always liked drawing on the walls, they just don't approve of blood as my choice of paint. Music... it's been a while since I listened to music that I like, the classics get boring give me something with a beat and a loud scream and we can get the party started, or rather the funeral ended.
It quite bothers me when people do not mind their business and ask the obvious. If I have scars there is a reason behind them, obviously; but if I'm writing something in my little journal don't just pop in behind me and read over my shoulder it's quite rude and will make me hit you with it. Ive been here for so long I sometimes think I will never leave. Like the walls are growing all around me making things rather claustrophobic and it brings out the screamer in me.
I don't like being watched and constantly hounded by questions like, What are you thinking, where are you going and why are you still here... It drives me a bit batty when they do that and i have learned to keep my calm, after all what's the point of attacking someone if all they will do is drug you into submission. Being as skinny as I am I'm not very strong physically but I d always have an answer for everything, I've been called arrogant, sarcastic and a know-it-all, but I don't think there's an truth to those accusations.
I also have a tendency of reading a lot, especially fairy tales and sometimes I wish I could be like some of those girls who got everything that they ever wanted and more, but I have come to realize that it's just not meant to be, for me. As for quirks I am easily distracted at times and when thinking I tend to bite my lip. When nervous or scared I freeze and my nails are a complete mess from years of biting them down to the cuticles. "
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"GOD do we really need to discuss this! GEEZE! I was born somewhere in the England, some shire or another. Mother and father were apparently not to thrilled when I was conceived, him being a military man and not wanting children and mother the proverbial alcoholic. At least that's how they make her out to be, i really don't remember her. You see he killed herself." Biting her lip for a moment she rubs her eyes and looked away letting her hair fall over her eyes.
"I was four, and my first memory of her and only memory of her was on that night. She wasn't drunk though you could smell the alcohol on her breath and clothes. Mother always smelled of vodka and cigarettes. She had told me Chrissy, mommies taking a bath and had walked off. I didn't think much of it then, but when i started to get hungry I walked to the bathroom, it was me who found her in a pool of her own blood. A lit cigarette still in her hand the the slow trickle of tainted water falling by the sides of the tub. She looked, at peace and I just stared. People tell me something must have died in me that day. But I just thought it was a superb solution to her dilemma.
I don't remember when father arrived, only that he seemed negative about her finding peace. But at least the fighting would stop. Whether or not there was a funeral I don't recall but I know we moved around a lot after that. We moved from England to France and eventually the US. I've seen every weather pattern imaginable but I find that I always like cold and still nights, the silence and the trickle of water always remind me of her."
"I was twelve the first time I tried to end it. Dad was never around, I was what you call a latchkey kid. He was always up doing god knows what with god knows who so I'd come home get my thing ready, eat if there was anything edible and off to bed. Well I was tired, and bored and looking for something to do. People said maybe I just needed some attention and boy did I get attention. I'd left the door ajar and the nosey neighbor Mrs. Pennyworth walked in to find an unconscious twelve year old. Rushed to the hospital they assumed it had been a mistake until she explained what was going on to the authorities. Didn't see dad after that and good riddens if you ask me."
I got skipped quite a lot still, each family was different. They were painted as a picture of pure American perfection the Whitburns, until they found their shed set ablaze with me in it. Stupid fire department pulling me out in time... Then it was the Royale's and their pool. I, of course never learned how to swim so of course I 'accidentally' fell in and the had to find me, again. Then I met Cody. He was a cutie and an outcast just like me. Eventually though it was alcohol poisoning mixed with some pills from Mrs. Rodriguez cupboard. Another trip to the emergency room and they STILL didn't notice the pattern, no I had to go and slash my wrists to get them to stick me in the place. Remember kiddies it's down the street not across the road to get results. It was the middle of a school day, if I hadn't fainted from the blood loss I would have gone the whole day without a second look, since by then Cody no longer talked to me... good riddens to him too, the bastard.
Eventually people got tired of my antics, tired enough to have me committed to this dump. Granted, it could have been worse but sometimes I wish they would notice me more than my scars. Then again I am my scars, Ive been here a year no way they will ever understand the real me."
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
[/size][/font]"They tell me I'm a Little Girl Lost... when all I want to do is fall down the rabbit hole..."
THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is ALICE ANNE[/color] i have TWENTY SOMETHING[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my FIRST[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for FOUR PLUS[/color]. the password is poison, inject me silicone and saline'[/color].[/font][/size]
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As he moved to settle on the ground the girl gladly sat on his lap and curled her legs close to him. She always loved how he smelled and the feel of his strong embrace surrounding her. It made her feel warm, save and over all loved. Everything about the man made her smile. His childish antics, his loud nature, even his jokes about their sex life made her laugh. Although when the family was around she tried to keep up appearances with the occasional smack upside the head but the fact that he seemed to radiate pride at what they had and shared made her heart soar.
Shed been curled up against him and had not noticed the grin on his features at her words until she heard him. Anything? his voice suggested a lot of rather carnal activities that though she would hardly protest to any of them she knew her family would. In fact, she half wandered why Alice had not been calling her yet demanding to have the thoughts stripped from her mind. After all last time they had their fun Edward and Alice would not simply keep quiet. She was sure she heard gagging noises and saw their rather annoyed faces for weeks after. So that was out of the question but not far from her thoughts,for the time being.
Smiling at him she watched him take her hand and kiss it. Unlike what the rest of her family or the world for that matter may think of them Emmett was certainly a romantic at heart. Rose had always been witness to his softer side and was glad that it was one of the things she was sole witness to. Once more she was aware that should she have still been human and capable of such things, she'd be blushing from head to toe. It was an instant reaction. He was her world and her heart felt as though it would flutter out of her chest with each touch, each look and each sweet word he said to her. "Truth be told I would love to... but I doubt we'd be able to live it down like last time." she added to his earlier suggestive actions.
He moved to rest his chin over her head and she closed her eyes, basking in the presence of their love. She felt him shift them so she was laying on him, the sun making his skin sparkle with each little movement he made. Contrary to her husband she didn't like the sun, she felt that it betrayed her making her feel less than what she wanted to be. The sun showed what she desperately tried to hide from the world, that she was not human and that she would never be human again. Frozen in perfection for all eternity. Biting her lip slightly she closed her eyes to shield them from her sparkling skin. She had no right to put a damper on his spirits because of her foolish thoughts.
She had him now and would have him for eternity. True and unconditional love, she had no right to despise what she was because what she was brought her him. "I think I could do this forever," His voice made a small smile appear on her otherwise saddened features. In response to his light kiss to her cheek she turned her face to kiss him lightly on the lips for a split second before leaning her forehead against his own. Her golden eyes fluttered open and gazed at her love. "We have eternity... that I promise you." she said softly, trying to keep the shaking of her voice to a minimum. Because Rose was well aware that she would not be able to continue with this cursed life, if he wasn't by her side. he leaned and whispered softly in Rosalie's ear before planting another light kiss on her cheek.
Shed been curled up against him and had not noticed the grin on his features at her words until she heard him. Anything? his voice suggested a lot of rather carnal activities that though she would hardly protest to any of them she knew her family would. In fact, she half wandered why Alice had not been calling her yet demanding to have the thoughts stripped from her mind. After all last time they had their fun Edward and Alice would not simply keep quiet. She was sure she heard gagging noises and saw their rather annoyed faces for weeks after. So that was out of the question but not far from her thoughts,for the time being.
Smiling at him she watched him take her hand and kiss it. Unlike what the rest of her family or the world for that matter may think of them Emmett was certainly a romantic at heart. Rose had always been witness to his softer side and was glad that it was one of the things she was sole witness to. Once more she was aware that should she have still been human and capable of such things, she'd be blushing from head to toe. It was an instant reaction. He was her world and her heart felt as though it would flutter out of her chest with each touch, each look and each sweet word he said to her. "Truth be told I would love to... but I doubt we'd be able to live it down like last time." she added to his earlier suggestive actions.
He moved to rest his chin over her head and she closed her eyes, basking in the presence of their love. She felt him shift them so she was laying on him, the sun making his skin sparkle with each little movement he made. Contrary to her husband she didn't like the sun, she felt that it betrayed her making her feel less than what she wanted to be. The sun showed what she desperately tried to hide from the world, that she was not human and that she would never be human again. Frozen in perfection for all eternity. Biting her lip slightly she closed her eyes to shield them from her sparkling skin. She had no right to put a damper on his spirits because of her foolish thoughts.
She had him now and would have him for eternity. True and unconditional love, she had no right to despise what she was because what she was brought her him. "I think I could do this forever," His voice made a small smile appear on her otherwise saddened features. In response to his light kiss to her cheek she turned her face to kiss him lightly on the lips for a split second before leaning her forehead against his own. Her golden eyes fluttered open and gazed at her love. "We have eternity... that I promise you." she said softly, trying to keep the shaking of her voice to a minimum. Because Rose was well aware that she would not be able to continue with this cursed life, if he wasn't by her side. he leaned and whispered softly in Rosalie's ear before planting another light kiss on her cheek.
