Post by raina mae weathers on Mar 5, 2008 6:38:17 GMT -5
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N A M E ;;
Meghan
A G E ;;
18
otherC H A R A C T E R S ;;
None
rpE X P E R I E N C E ;;
enough.
where did you hear about us? ;;
made the site.
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Los Angeles. The City of Angels.
Dark Angels maybe, Kyra thought, as she clamored up the metal fire escape that led to the roof of the hotel building. She grasped her small suitcase in her right hand, and it bounced back and forth between the blinding white walls of the narrow stairway and Kyra's thighs. She was sure she would have bruises tomorrow, but she didn't care. She had already inflicted much more damage upon herself in the past 24 hours than a little bit of black and blue. The wounds were still bloody.
The only thing Kyra was concerned with was reaching the top of the stairs, and making it onto the top of the roof. At last she approached the metallic blue door. Overly-medicated and not thinking, she shoved it open, sending the stairway into a frenzy of alarms and flashing lights. Kyra didn't even carethat she had just evacuated an entire 20 floor hotel. She had one thing on her mind.
She approached the railing at the edge of the rooftop. Below she got consumed in the blinding lights that never died in L.A. She staggered and blinked, then stepped back from the edge.
Kyra returned to her suitcase and fumbled with the lock. She managed to open it and the contents of it showered out over a small area of the roof top. Kyra felt the burning threat of tears forming in her eyes.
"I don't deserve any of this," she muttered picking up the entire suitcase and throwing it off the roof top onto the perfectly paved California sidewalk below.
She glanced down at her belongings scattered all over the sidewalk. People were walking, slightly glancing at the pile of clothes and the suitcase with casual confusion, but continued around it and on their way.
Kyra gripped the railing tightly. She could throw herself over right now. She could go down there too, just another limp shirt and pair of jeans on the mountain of clothes she had formed in front of an L.A. hotel. Nothing would remain, no more memories of her horrifying existance. he would never know what she had done.
Kyra loosened her grip on the railing. She couldn't do it. She never could. She was too weak, too scared. She turned to walk away when the piece of paper fluttered toward her across the roof top, from the spot where her suitcase had been. She knew exactly what it was. Kyra kneeled to pick it up and saw the epitomy of the best day of her life. She stared at it. He stared back at her, herself right next to him in the photograph, in his arms recieving the love she never deserved and never would.
"I definitely don't deserve you," she whispered. She crumbled the picture up in her fist and threw it over the railing with all the strength she could muster.
Dark Angels maybe, Kyra thought, as she clamored up the metal fire escape that led to the roof of the hotel building. She grasped her small suitcase in her right hand, and it bounced back and forth between the blinding white walls of the narrow stairway and Kyra's thighs. She was sure she would have bruises tomorrow, but she didn't care. She had already inflicted much more damage upon herself in the past 24 hours than a little bit of black and blue. The wounds were still bloody.
The only thing Kyra was concerned with was reaching the top of the stairs, and making it onto the top of the roof. At last she approached the metallic blue door. Overly-medicated and not thinking, she shoved it open, sending the stairway into a frenzy of alarms and flashing lights. Kyra didn't even carethat she had just evacuated an entire 20 floor hotel. She had one thing on her mind.
She approached the railing at the edge of the rooftop. Below she got consumed in the blinding lights that never died in L.A. She staggered and blinked, then stepped back from the edge.
Kyra returned to her suitcase and fumbled with the lock. She managed to open it and the contents of it showered out over a small area of the roof top. Kyra felt the burning threat of tears forming in her eyes.
"I don't deserve any of this," she muttered picking up the entire suitcase and throwing it off the roof top onto the perfectly paved California sidewalk below.
She glanced down at her belongings scattered all over the sidewalk. People were walking, slightly glancing at the pile of clothes and the suitcase with casual confusion, but continued around it and on their way.
Kyra gripped the railing tightly. She could throw herself over right now. She could go down there too, just another limp shirt and pair of jeans on the mountain of clothes she had formed in front of an L.A. hotel. Nothing would remain, no more memories of her horrifying existance. he would never know what she had done.
Kyra loosened her grip on the railing. She couldn't do it. She never could. She was too weak, too scared. She turned to walk away when the piece of paper fluttered toward her across the roof top, from the spot where her suitcase had been. She knew exactly what it was. Kyra kneeled to pick it up and saw the epitomy of the best day of her life. She stared at it. He stared back at her, herself right next to him in the photograph, in his arms recieving the love she never deserved and never would.
"I definitely don't deserve you," she whispered. She crumbled the picture up in her fist and threw it over the railing with all the strength she could muster.
[/font][/center]about the c h a r a c t e r ;;
fullN A M E ;;
Raina Mae Weathers
nickN A M E(S) ;;
whatever
A G E ;;
Seventeen
vampireOR H U M A N? ;;
Human
G R A D E ;;
Junior
schoolAND s p o r t ;;
Rose City High ;; Dance
B I R T H D A Y ;;
October 12
sexualO R I E N T A T I O N ;;
bisexual
p e r s o n a l i t y ;;
[/font][/center]generalP E R S O N A L I T Y ;;
Raina. She's as simple as a car wreck. Her moods alternate from day to day, almost to the point of skitzophrenia. You never know what you're going to get from the girl, and that, apparently, is what is loved about her. She's a sweetheart, one of the kindest girls you'll ever meet. She's almost so empathetic that you could just call her a mood ring. If she sees someone who is in pain, Raina will almost litterally feel the pain for that person as well.
When you first meet Raina, she might seem like the shy quiet girl who won't talk much, and is only there to fill out the social circle. Well, guess what? Next time you see her she'll probably be loud, obnoxious and the center of attention. Raina likes to stand out, obviously, just look at the way she dresses! Dance is her life and her salvation.
Also, Raina has commitment problems. She'll have flings left and right, but she hasn't been in an actual relationship since an abusive one ended a couple years ago.
L I K E S ;;
- cats
- coffee
- sex
- energy drinks
- anything containing caffeine
- messing with her hair
- music
- mosh pits
- bright colors
- giving the peace sign
- graffiti
- tattoos
- piercings
- warmth
- night
- sunset
- old movies
D I S L I K E S ;;
- dogs
- BO
- computers
- fast food
- assholes
- liars
- hypocrites
- alarm clocks
- morning
- cold
- boredom
- confinement
S T R E N G T H S ;;
- dancing
- good at judging people
- can lie and act good
F L A W S ;;
- smokes
- can't commit to anyone or anything
- can be overly self indulgent
h i s t o r y ;;
[/font][/center]homeT O W N ;;
Rose City, Virginia
P A R E N T S ;;
- m o t h e r -- Annelise Gianna Weathers - desceased
- f a t h e r -- unknown - uncared about
S I B L I N G S ;;
n/a
P E T S ;;
none
personalH I S T O R Y ;;
Raina's been on her own for a little over a year. She never knew her father, nor did she ever want to because from what she heard from her mother, he was an asshole. Raina's mother raised her. They never had much money. They lived in an old run down town in New Jersey, and Anelise struggled to make ends meet, juggling three jobs at a time sometimes. Though Raina never had much growing up, she was happy. Her mother was loving, and made sure that Raina had the necessities and that she was cared for.
But then, when Raina was 14, her mother began suffering from massive headaches. She couldn't work any more, the pain in her body became so bad. Raina worked night shifts at a cafe, and any other job she could get, along with school to help provide for her and her mother. Once they had enough money scraped up, a trip to the ER informed them that Anelise had a brain tumor. There wasn't enough money to take care of it, though even if there was the cancer was too far gone to do much of anything about it. But still, Raina worked her ass off to try to save her mother, until she died about two years later.
After that, Raina had one goal: avoid being sent to an orphanage at all costs. She continued living alone in her mother's house, hiding the fact that her mother had died. It wasn't hard to hide;;not many people around town new Raina or her mom, and Rose City was the type of place were people knew better than to stick their noses in other's business. That's when Raina met Tison. He was 24, she was 15, but what the fuck did Raina care? Nothing could be worse off than where she was.
The first few months living with Tison were great. Raina was convinced that she was in love, and they had enough money to get by (Raina was stripping, all while still going to school, thanks to a fake ID, and Tison sold stolen car parts and other random things). Then, Tison turned violent. It was a downward spiral from the first time he hit her. She had a new bruise and cut every day. This abuse went on for two years, until Raina finally got out.
Now, she lives back in her mom's and hers old house, working along with going to school to get by. Raina doesn't get close to many people to tell them about her past, and this trip is something she views as a chance to get away.
ap p p e a r a n c e ;;
[/font][/center]H A I R ;;
long and black
E Y E S ;;
deep blue
W E I G H T ;;
105lbs
H E I G H T ;;
5'1"
T A T T O O S ;;
none
P I E R C I N G S ;;
Monroe, Madonna, nose, belly button (top and bottom), ears several times.
anythingE L S E ;;
nope
playB Y ;;
Hanna Beth
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