Thursday, December 21, 2006
WINIFRED SONGNAME?
Winifred Corinne-May Song
NICKNAMES?
Wini, Freddy, Song
AGE?
16-18
RACE?
Caucasian &&Russian
NATIONALITY?
Hot British girl wh00t.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT?
159cm/42kg
BIRTHDAY?
2nd January
PIERCINGS?
Five on right ear, three on left ear
TATTOO?
A snake all down her whole back [FYI: accompanied by a long, deep gash/scar thing]
LIKES?
x. brother Wilfred Song♥
x. Converse &Nike shoes
x. singing in the shower
x. opera singers, I like it when their adam's apples bob and their funny expressions XD
x. my smexy bass guitar, it's got a name, it's called APPLE! :]
x. my pet cat, HONEY!
x. my pet german shepherd, CLOVER! [technically it's my bro's, but heck XD]
x. my 'pet' horse SUGAR! [stays at the horse ranch, not really mine though o:]
x. lavendar. as in the plant, not colour
x. oversized longsleeved tops, wheeee
x. latin dance. &hip-hop. so free, so expressive! looooove.
DISLIKES?
x. skirts
x. sluts who dress so skimpily, there isnt enough cloth from their outfit to even make up my baggy pants
x. stupid woman who acts cute and tries to talk in a high pitched voice. ew.
x. ballet, it's a such a sickening, restricting dance. besides that, it's fugly.
x. pinkkkkkk
x. rabbits. they die way fast. ]:
x. vegtables. i'm a goddamned carnivore, RAWR.
x. earl grey tea. ew.
x. ants, they freak me out
FAMILY?
I love my family a lot. We're a bunch of fun-loving nutcase'd people, and we rock your world. Totally.
Dad's a museum curator, and mommy dearest's a fashion designer. Fwee. Dad used to be a painter, but he retired hence the curator crap. He loves making pottery now in his spare time, so don't be surprised to see some weird looking vases placed all around our house. :/
I get free funky clothes from mommy dearest. And sometimes priveleges to certain shops, but they don't include a lot of those brands I like because she's not that famous enough. Dang. )x But it's good enough for me, because I live a comfortable life. Fwee! :D I'm a very happy kid, I love my family &&friends truckcarbus loads!
As for the scar I got, well, it was actually more of a burn mark.
Once, our old house burnt down, Iwas trying to save daddy's favourite painting, and a burning pillar fell on me,
believe me, it hurt like hell. Kids, don't try this at home. :]
INTRO?
Honey-hued eyes peered with an innocous gaze over at the miniscule ant scurrying across the concrete floor, a bread crumb small enough to almost rival its size hitched upon it's back. As if utmost effort was used, the ant crawled at a painstakingly slow pace, despite the iminent danger of the honey-eyed girl squishing it flat with her thumb. There was no need to be afraid: in fact, she was totally, freaked out.
Winifred Song twirled one of her braids around her little pink staring blankly at the staggering ant. Poor ant. Two, long braids fell over her shoulders, stopping somewhere near her barely visible chest. Her jet black hair was a mess as usual, and in her opinion messy in an artsy way, coated lightly with mousse &wax.
A long, white sleeved shirt practically camoflaged her into the white wall she leant against, the only redeemingly different feature being the large rollingstones trademark smacked across her chest; the lips with the tongue sticking out, logo thing. Rather pretty.Acrylic shaped to look like Bambi from the classic Disney movies hung as a pendant from her silver-chained necklace, in which the deer-shaped plasticthing wore a necklace around its neck too. Interesting, a neckalce within a necklace.
Black, baggy pants hung loosely from her bony hips. Various pockets and an absurd amount of extra cloth and quaint extensions laced around the pants, making it look rather rockish-fancy. A crimson, burnished leather belt held up the denims, a bright red ribbon appearing right smack in the middle. Pretty, oooh. A little of her snake tattoo peeped out from the low hipster of her pants, despite the length of her shirt. You could practically glimpsed her butt-cleavage, however it was tastefully obscured by an extra slip of cloth we call, um, thongs, the word 'superstar' flashing in red &grey all around the waistband of her underwear.
Bright tomato red with shiney leather was fitted to her feet; it was the current season's fave, the shiny leather platform shoes with wooden paddings and chunky heels. She tapped her feet against the floor to a rather non-existant tune or beat she'd probably conceived in the last five seconds.She interested herself with the skull ring she wore on her middle finger. Pretty.
SAMANTHA JORDAN
NAME?
Samantha Gabriella Jordan
NICKNAMES?
Sammie, Samooo, Tha
AGE?
15-18
RACE?
Eurasian - Chinese &English
NATIONALITY?
Totally British
HEIGHT/WEIGHT?
165cm/48kg
BIRTHDAY?
14th June
PIERCINGS?
Tongue piercing, a pair per ear
TATTOOS?
A star in between her breasts &collarbone, right smack in the center.
LIKES?
x. her tongue piercing &tattoo
x.
x. KFC
x. Hello Kitties :]
x. blackkkk
x, vulgarities x[
x. raspberry flavoured lip gloss
x. peppermint brownies are loooove
x. skull prints
x. JEANS (staplewear, wh00t)
DISLIKES?
x.
x. strawberry, bloody fake raspberry
x. McDonalds.
x. skirts, ew
x. purple, it's a gay colour
FAMILY?
I loved my family so much. We were so happy, until that bloody son of a bitch robber darkened our door.
He killed mother, and my father just screwed himself shitless.
I will hunt him down one day, and personally make sure he die a terrible, tortorous death and I will fucking shit his family members.
I'm angry, okay?! That's all I will give about my family.
INTRO?
Samantha.
What a plain, boring name. How else uninteresting could her life get with an equally if not more insipid name?
Even her middle name sounded more interesting.
Samantha Gabriella Jordan.
Her life had always been just about as exciting as a church choir. Her family was so normal, that normal was probably an understatement. Loving father, loving mother, only child, showered with plenty of love, plenty of money, surrounded by friends. I could almost bet you're about to fall asleep if I were to plough on with her autobiography any further. Goodness gracious!
She lived in an ordinary house, a semi-detached cottage. It was cosy, homey, and sweet in that typical 'happy-family' atmosphere. Aroma of home-cooked food often filling the house during evenings; the joy and laughter of the family's idle chatter during dessert. Even the false laughter of computerized audience in the comedies on television sounded real enough to blend in with the happy atmosphere.
Like every other happy-girl-turned-sad-girl, it all happened on the infamous, 'one, fine day'. Well, the day wasn't very fine, actually. It was raining.
The sky was desaturated, bruised with plumes of thick, sinister clouds, and a thunderstorm seemed iminent. There seemed to be this sudden increase in the amount of crows that gathered around the cheery-looking house, cawing. The windows, which were shut, rattled in their frames. Tat-ta-tat. The kettle boiling whistled.
Samantha was right outside the house, just entering through dreamy, fairytale-ish white picket fences, freshly whitewashed. The hinges swung smoothly, no creepy creaking sounds like the gates of haunted houses in movies and novels. No sinister-looking half starved cats clawing at the wooden fences, no crazy dog suspected to be suffering from rabies barking outside. What an insanely normal neighbourhood, just as insanely normal as the families living in them.
Black, shiny flats gently tapped the pebble path as thin legs carried her into the house, fingers curled around the golden knob. Without even bothering to remove her shoes, she jogged over the wooden flooring, and into the kitchen to ease the fire off the kettle.
What a nasty thunderstorm seemed to be stirring outside, she thought to herself, lifting the kettle off the stove, putting it on the table mat. She reached out for a glass, pouring some water into it.
Ouch! The boiling water spilled, she scalded her finger. In the split moment of pain, her fingers released the glass and it crashed onto the floor, into a myriad of glass shards and water. She sucked her finger like a baby, and silently cursed politely (aw, crap).
Then, the silence struck her like the icy wind of a frigid winter.
In frantic steps, she stumbled her way up the staircase, her now bare feet slapping noisily against the wood, urgency in her hurried steps. She broke almost into a run, then she was stopped; it was as if, time slowed down. Time always slowed down at crucial moments; so wicked it was, so the pain could be magnified by the witness by their own eyes, as Time showed them what happened; bit by bit.
Her mother was pushed against the wall, a robber with gloved hands curled around a chopper. Samantha wanted to scream, but it caught in her throat. Her stomach twisted herself into a knot; the billowing wind behind her rushed past her petite frame, blowing her chestnut curls into her eyes.
The unidentified man raised his chopper, and slammed it mercilessly against her mother's arm. There was a mirthless shriek that tore from her throat, the excrutiating pain of losing an arm shooting up her nerves. Blood gushed down freely, staining the flowery wallpaper, kissing it with macabre and horror.
There was no emotional response from the attacker. Samantha felt herself tear apart; something deep inside her just died. She came alive, and pounced on the attacker.
'What in the motherfucking name are you doing to my mother!' she screeched shrilly, her pupils dilating; she was losing her common sense, she was losing her cool. Samantha was spouting words she'd heard of but never used.
'What the fuck do you want to do to her you bloody fucker. You sick bastard, what joy do you get from stripping her of her arm!'
The attacker shook her off, and threw her onto the floor. She screeched in pain, and rolled over to her stomach, as a chopper came swinging down...
By the time she had recovered from the tendrils of darkness, all she could see was a contrasting sheet of white.
Even though she wasn't informed of, she instantly knew her mother was gone.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
THE MILES TWINS
NAME?
Noelle Frances Miles
NICKNAMES?
Nolly, Nols
AGE?
16-18
RACE?
Caucasian
NATIONALITY?
American sweetheart
HEIGHT/WEIGHT?
158cm/40kg
BIRTHDAY?
20th March
PIERCINGS?
A pair (ears)
TATTOOS?
none
LIKES?
x. twin sister Dina♥
x. peanut butter sandwiches
x. blue colour :]
x. PATRICK! (from spongebob squarepants)
x. Chinese boyband/group MAYDAYomgomg
x. ferrero rochers! (silver ones are looooove)
x. YAKULT!
x. her blonde hair muahaha
DISLIKES?
x. strawberry jam
x. rain
x. the dark (I sleep with the night light)
x. father
FAMILY?
Our parents were divorced when we were very young, probably about 4-5years old.
The custody was split equally amongst our parents, I followed our mother and Dina our father.
My mother was only 20years old at the divorce, so there was no surprise to how the divorce occurred.
She used the opportunity of her age and the beauty of her looks and curves as a stripper in a nightclub.
Because we were poor and besides the fact she couldn't trust babysitters, I often followed her to the nightclubs.
I've only seen her dance once when I snuck out from the prying eyes of her stripper-collegues. Other than that, I was sufficiently occupied by Snakes &Ladders and Scrabbles with those nice ladies in the backstage.
Our father had Dina around with him; he was a doctor with a false license. After nearly being caught for his license forgery, he stole wheelchairs from hospitals and sold them at exaggeratingly high prices to the gullible. The arm of law caught him soon; he was thrown into jail, and Dina into the orphanage as mother's job wasn't legal, and she couldn't cite that as her occupation in order to show that she has the ability to take care of Dina.
At that time, we were probably 13,14 yearsold already. My mother quitted her stripper job and took up a job as a receptionist. She won the custody of Dina from our father, who had left jail by then, as he was unable to find a job with his ex-convict background.
Now, I'm living with Dina and mother. [: Mother is planning to remarry, and me and Dina support her fully and always.
INTRO?
soon :]
♥Noelle.
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family/neighbourhood - incest
highschool
drug rehabilation facility
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