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R O L E P L A Y

 

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○ ● ○ ● Graciella Averil Gabriel ● ○ ● ○
○ ● Be my savior. . ● ○

A look at my Birth Records say;
I have lived to sixteen years Old.
I was born back on January fourth.
The doctors Cheered and said I was a girl.
I stand a whopping 5'4" tall.
Isn't it beautiful, the natural color?, it's Dirty Blonde.
These babies ain't contacts, their for real Hazel.

Don't Judge me for Who I Am.
The personality is all me. : D
Grace's personality varies with whomever she's speaking to.
With her father, she's always quiet. Her fear of him keeps her
under control. While talking to friends, she seems cheery,
and happier. At school she's really quiet, and everyone views
her as 'Depressed', or 'Suicidal'. She hears the whispers behind
her back, and it makes her angry. When she gets mad, her
voice never raises or lowers, it's just menacing. A lot of people
shy away from her, because they're slightly afraid of how different
she is. But they don't know what goes on in that prison called a
house. .

The story of my life.
What lies in the depths of Graciella's memories is something
many are afraid to even think about. Ever since she was a little girl,
her life was a living hell. While every other child was sleeping safe and
soundly in the comfort of their beds, Grace was always put on edge.
Her Step father would sneak in late at night, covering little Gracie's mouth
so no one would hear the painful screams. The little girl resented
that man. He was the reason that she was afraid of everything. At times,
Grace would hide from her father under her bed. He repeatedly told her to
keep her mouth shut or her life would be taken. So she kept quiet, afraid
for her life. Until one day, she decided it was time.

If he wasn't going to end her life, she would do it herself. She walked
down to the beach, close to a local park she called her haven.
She took slow steps down the pier. Once she got to the end,
she prepared herself. Two hours of endless staring in the water,
she stepped off of the pier. Sinking deeper into the water. She heard
yells at the surface, and saw a dark shadow coming closer to her.
It grabbed her around the waist, and tugged her to the surface.
She tried to resist, but the boy was too strong. Her best friends
repeatedly asked her why in the world would she do it. She simply
replied 'I wanted to die. .' Two years later, her family moved to
North Carolina. She thought she could start fresh, she thought
Stephan would stop raping her. But, her hopes were washed down
the drain when her father snuck into her new room on the first night. . .

I likes me some boys.

Yeah buddy, this is For Real.
Gaze in awe at my Ink and Holes None, they are strictly prohibited by Stephan.
This be my Jam! Does anybody hear her. Casting Crowns.

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○ ● ○ ● Isolde Ringo Hammleton ● ○ ● ○
○ ● That's what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming and then silence. ● ○

A look at my Birth Records say;
I have lived to almost seventeen years Old.
I was born back on December 18th.
The doctors Cheered and said I was a girl.
I stand a whopping 5' 9" tall.
Isn't it beautiful, the natural color?, it's red.
These babies ain't contacts, they're for real steel grey.

Don't Judge me for Who I Am.
The personality is all me. : D
When I'm at school I'm rather normal. I push thoughts of what happens at home to the back of my mind and try to enjoy myself with what few friends I have. People got pretty sick of me not being able to go out, so there's just the few left, though with this move I won't be seeing them again. I feel pretty lonely in this new town, I don't know anyone, and their culture is a little different from what I'm used to. I'm disappointed by how warm it is, it means I can't hide my bruises with long sleeves. I'm kind of scared being here, I want my island back, my ocean. At home, when I'm not being beaten I'm hiding in my room, sometimes spacing out and pretending I'm not there.
The story of my life.
Anybody who has met me and my father knows that my mother left, what they don't know is why, and maybe they'll never know. Since he was a teen my father was a heavy drinker, but he hid it well when he married my mother. It was a miracle that I was even born, because he beat my mother while I was still a bun in the oven. She finally fled when I was just a year old, and I wonder every day why she didn't take me with, I kind of resent her for it. Ever since my fifth birthday he's hit me, almost every day I'm welcomed with a slap across the face and a wave of bad breath.

I grew up in a nice little village in Ireland, right on the coast so we were near the ocean. I wanted a party with my friends on the beach, the ocean was always my favorite. For the past five years of my life my dad hadn't consumed a drop of alcohol, until that one day. There was champagne for the adults, he drained the whole bottle on his own. He didn't show any affects until people were leaving, and I refused to leave when they were gone because I loved the beach. He gave me the hardest smack of my life, I literally saw stars dance before my eyes. That was the last time he hit me that hard, in fact over the years the hitting was less, but he started up on whipping me with a belt of pure leather. I have welts on my back from it, and to this day I can't sleep on my back, or lean back in chairs. I would add on that I can't wear a swimsuit, but I'm not allowed out with people so it's a moot point.
I likes me some boys.

Yeah buddy, this is For Real.
Gaze in awe at my Ink and Holes Nothing, I don't even have my ears pierced, my dad won't allow it.
This be my Jam! Dancing With Tears In My Eyes - Ke$ha

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○ ● ○ ● Zander Lynne Louse ● ○ ● ○
○ ● bound and restricted ● ○

A look at my Birth Records say;
I have lived to seventeen years Old.
I was born back on August thirteenth.
The doctors Cheered and said I was a boy.
I stand a whopping 5'4 tall.
Isn't it beautiful, the natural color?, it's ebony.
These babies ain't contacts, their for real emerald.

Don't Judge me for Who I Am.
The personality is all me. : D
I'm a narcoleptic. I come off as overly sarcastic to a lot of people. Deal with it? I have a devil-may-care attitude in terms of recklessness, and I guess you could say I almost always have a dark, sort of fierce expression. I tend to be ironically stoic on some occasions, mostly at school. I actually like it there, even though sometimes I hate it there. Well, I assume I only hate the homework part, but who doesn't? I can be happy and cheerful, though. Maybe even pull a prank or two. I don't like it when I'm told my 'place'. Yeah, I'm an independent individual.
The story of my life.
Let's see..My life's been relatively simple. Just fulfilling my moms dreams, I guess. She's a librarian, and I'm the artist of the..family? It's just me and her, so I don't think we really count to be recognized as a family. My dad was in the military, but he was killed in a bombing somewhere. I was only 2 at the time, and I don't ask my mom about it much, she get's really upset. But other than that little snippet of tragedy, life's been okay.

So, moving on. Damarcus and Kalob and I have been friends since grade school. We balance each other out, ya know? We mostly hang out at the Coffee Shop, but only to kill some boredom. I don't have many other friends than that, mostly keeping my distance from people. I don't like cliques or stereotypes, whatever you want to call them. So we stick together. I've always been more sensitive to cold than most people, so I almost always have a hoodie with me, even though a lot of the kids at school think it's odd.
I likes me some girls.

Yeah buddy, this is For Real.
Gaze in awe at my Ink and Holes simple right ear piercing.
This be my Jam!Trading Yesterday - May I. (MTT version)

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○ ● ○ ● Damarcus Logan Shea ● ○ ● ○
○ ● I'll follow you til death my Love. ; ) ● ○

A look at my Birth Records say;
I have lived to seventeen years Old.
I was born back on January nineteenth.
The doctors Cheered and said I was a Dude!
I stand a whopping 6'1" tall.
Isn't it beautiful, the natural color?, it's Dark Brown.
These babies ain't contacts, their for real Light Green.

Don't Judge me for Who I Am.
The personality is all me. : D
Damarcus had always been a sweet guy. His gentle nature always
puts a smile on someone's face. And that's what usually lies on his
face, smiles galore. He gets great grades at school, and being
the nice guy he is, he usually lets his best friends copy his work.
Damarcus will follow you until death, his layalty reminding some like
that of a dogs. He had always been protective of girls. He didn't like
the abusive relationships at school, and wasn't afraid to fight. He
often rescued girls from abusive relationships, but girls would always
say he wasn't their type.
The story of my life.
Damarcus grew up with his family of five. He loved his two little
brothers, Darius and Dean, and he adored his parents. Margeret and
Jack. His life had been normal for as long as he could remember.
His life was lived in North Carolina forever. Never moving around from
state to state. His parents had good paying jobs, enough to
support the family of five. The eleven year old Darius spends all
his time with his Grandparents, and the fourteen year old Dean went
hours in his room playing his XBox. Damarcus spent half of his time
down at the coffee shop where many kids his age hung out. Some could
say his life was boring. But he enjoyed it.
At Damarcus's house, lived a few pets. Two large dogs lurked around
the first floor. Coon, a Great dane, spent most of her time chasing the
cat around the house, and keeping Gretchen, the Labrador puppy, in
line. The fat house cat Mulan laid lazily throughout the house.
Her only excersize was being chased about by Coon. Spike, the
potbellied pig (Damarcus's idea of a pet) acted much like a dog. Trying
to chase the lazy cat around and such. Although Damarcus lived
a normal life, didn't mean it was quiet. Because It was pretty loud at
his house. All the animals put on quite entertaining episodes
around the house.

I likes me some Girls.

Yeah buddy, this is For Real.
Gaze in awe at my Ink and Holes I have a band of musical notes around my lower leg.
This be my Jam!We r who W r - Ke$ha.

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Kat
○ ● ○ ● Kaine John S later ● ○ ● ○
○ ● It’s easy to hate. Love takes courage ● ○

A look at my Birth Records say;
I have lived to Age 17 years Old.
I was born back on April 15th.
The doctors cheered and said I was a male.
I stand a whopping 5’ 10” tall.
Isn't it beautiful, the natural color?, it's blonde.
These babies ain't contacts, they’re for real green.

Don't Judge me for Who I Am.
The personality is all me. : D
I am a rather bubbly guy or at least I try to be. Everybody has their bad days, so don’t blame me if I’m not smiling. I am very protective of my little sister, Kat. Around my friends, I am a big goofball, trying my hardest to make everyone laugh. At times I can be a little bipolar, but only if I’m already having a bad day. It also takes me some time to trust people wholly. I’m also a bit of a romantic.
The story of my life.
My life is both boring and cliché. For the most part, I live for my family. I could care less about my own future, but so long as Kat gets into the college of her dreams, I’ll be happy. She’s the favorite of our parents due to their spoiling, but I’m perfectly okay with that. She’s a little princess and deserves to be treated as such.
I likes me some girlies

Yeah buddy, this is For Real.
Gaze in awe at my Ink and Holes Nope, don’t have any.
This be my Jam! Fiction // Kids In The Way

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○ ● ○ ● Azalea Jane Irwin ● ○ ● ○
○ ● Faith is the only thing keeping me alive. ● ○

A look at my Birth Records say;
I have lived to sixteen years Old.
I was born back on May 10th.
The doctors Cheered and said I was a girl.
I stand a whopping 5'2" tall.
Isn't it beautiful, the natural color?, it's jet black.
These babies ain't contacts, their for real icey blue.

Don't Judge me for Who I Am.
The personality is all me. : D
Azalea has always kept to herself. Even before her parents started burning her at such a young age. She's always found that being quiet can help her to clear her head. Anything that's loud and takes her by surprise frightens her. She's of course, very soft spoken and does what she's told at home around her parents. And even at school she's known as the quiet girl in the back. Some classmates thought her to be a stuck-up snob, which is the complete opposite of what she is. Azalea is gentle and kind, but very guarded, having no friends. Afraid because of the fear that they'll see her burns underneath the make-up and clothes and think she's some deformed freak. She can't handle anyone else thinking so low of her that they would feel the need to do her harm. That's why she loves her solitude.
The story of my life.
Until the age of four, Azalea is almost certain that she had a good life. Though, she regrets the fact that she can't remember anything before the first time her mother held a lit cigarette to her daughter's small arm. And from then on, she would return home from school to a daily burning. On occasion they would only jab their cigars or cigarettes onto her skin instead of holding a match to her, as if they were trying to light her up. Those were the days she was lucky. Thankfully, her parents were diligent in keeping the more severe burn scars hidden under wraps. They were even able to get her out of gym class when she was older so that she wouldn't risk the chance of another classmate seeing the burns on her skin.

And once Azalea was 15, things, though as horrible as they seemed before, became even worse. She arrived home from school, mentally preparing herself for whatever abuse her mother and father would delight her in today. They came up with something new this day. Her father jumping her the moment he saw her and binding her wrists and ankles together. He brought her to the den where her mother was waiting by the fireplace. Everything after that is a blur of a searing hot pain all along her body, and the voices of those evil bastards, telling her to keep quiet. After about five minutes of that hell, she fainted from the pain and awoke in the worst pain she had ever been in. Her left arm, her back, and torso were bandaged up, and they stung whenever she even breathed funny. A few weeks after that, her things were all packed, and she was on a plane, headed to North Carolina in the United States. The reason for the move was unclear to Azalea. She could give a damn about why they moved. She just continues to try her best and keep quiet so that those sadistic parents of hers don't burn her more then they had originally intended.
I likes me some boys.

Yeah buddy, this is For Real.
Gaze in awe at my Ink and Holes None what so ever.
This be my Jam! Hopeless -- Breaking Benjamin

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