Post by KASHMERE ELLA ARSDAL on Jan 12, 2010 22:11:29 GMT -5
KASHMERE ELLA ARSDAL
[/font]"I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR A LIFE LINE, FOR WHAT SEEMS LIKE A LIFE TIME"[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME:[/blockquote]
AGE: Eighteen
MEMBER GROUP: Cut Throats
GRADE: Senior
BIRTH PLACE: Hollywood California
RELIGION: Athiest
SEXUALITY: Straight
PLAYBY:Megan Fox
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
HEY THERE, WHAT"S YOUR NAME?[/b][/size][/color]
"Kashmere Ella Arsdal.... And you?"
WELL THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING AMAZING. HOW OLD ARE YOU? WHEN'S YOUR BIRTHDAY? DO YOU LIKE YOUR AGE? WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?[/b][/size][/color]
"I'm eighteen, I really don't mind my age... It doesn't bother me. You know sure I would like being a tiny bit older so I could drink.. Legally that is.. Umm I'm a senior. "
AWESOME. SO WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE, YOU KNOW, AS A "PERSON"?[/b][/size][/color]
"I'm not a bad person, or atlest I don't try to be... Really. I like to be around other people, and really enjoy having a good time. Weather it be drinking, or other wise. I'm not very shy and some say I have a attuide problem. I don't think I'm to bad though. I just know what I want out of my life. Its that simple. "
SWEET. SO HOW DID YOU GET HERE? HOW FUCKED UP ARE YOU? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. GO.[/b][/color]
"Heh.. Well I guess I can start from where I was a teenager. I always had bad dreams, like really bad. I would wake up screaming, and sometimes not even remember what it was about. The first time it happend, My mother woke me up and I was thrashing, and I hit her hard in the face, leaving her with a black eye... The second time... my step father was dead and I woke up with a bloody knife under my pillow... The thrid time, my mother was dead, the cops found me in bed the next morning a bloody knife in my hands sound asleep in my bed. I had killed them both.. In a matter of days... I don't know how I did it... Or really even why... But... I did.. And now im here, and with this medicine I don't even dream anymore."
WANNA TELL US SOME LIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"Likes... Well thats pretty easy, bealive it or not I really like to be outside, I like the feeling of grass under my feet. I absautly love animals, like more then anything. I enjoy cuddling alot. The feeling of a speical someone's arms around you.. Just makes me so happy. Umm, I love going on walks, weather its alone, or with someone else, its a good time to think and go through your thoughts. It clams me. "
AND SOME DISLIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"Dislikes? I hate being used.. Its the most annoying and degrading thing out there. I hate people who pick there noses like infront of everyone then look at there finger to see the booger.. I mean picking your nose is bad enough. Then they roll it and flick it.. Gross!!! Its annoying and nasty, and so unnapplealing. I also hate people who sit here and ask dumb questions.. Are we done yet?"
I GUESS WE'RE DONE HERE. ANYTHING ELSE?[/b][/size][/color]
"Thought so..."
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: Taya
AGE: Eighteen
EXPERIENCE: Years
TIME ZONE: Eas tren
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/a
Valary could feel the cold wind on her nude skin. The dirts and rocks digging into her legs as she staid down on the forest floor. It disturbed her that she could feel more eyes on her then the wolves that she saw. Though the leader it seemed, the one that seemed so fermiler to her. Isn't that just the ironic way? The one that called most to her was the leader? That and he seemed so unamused by her.
Valary's mud colored eyes watched as he slowly turned around twords her with that little comment about mortals...
"I'm not stupid...." She glared at him and sighed.
Hearing him introduce himself she closed her eyes so she wouldn't piss him off by saying something smart. He acted so big and bad, so he must be the leader of this pack. She listend to his name and something clicked in her brain. "Matthew..." She spoke softly, and then blinked thinking about him.. Matthew Sanders.... It was her old lover that dissapeard.. Well atlest now she knew partly why he had dissapeard.. He got turned into a werewolf, and apparently was doing pretty well for himself.
When his finger pushed her chin up she had to fight back the flench. She looked into his golden optics after his sunglasses were removed and she couldn't help but remmber the old days with him. Her honey orbs softend a small bit and she looked at him "I'm not looking for trouble, I'm looking for my freedom..." She spoke and then snantched her head away from his hand. She wanted to cover herself and get it over with, It was cold and she didn't want to shivver infront of them and show weakness.
Satyr picked Valary up and looked at Matt. "I will take her and prep her for the change. We need anouther female anyway. We lost one of the girls to a Vampire tonight." He spoke and walked Valary into one of the cabins. It had been used for this pourpos for awhile it seemed. Valarys eyes looked down at a meatel bed with chained straps on it. Her eyes widened as she was laid down on the cold unforgiving steal bed. Satyr smiled sickly at her as he put her legs in the straps then her wrist.
"Dear girl, trust me, these are for your own good. When the venom gets into your blood stream it hurts, you will kick and try and claw your eyes out... Its happend before." Valarys eyes widened as Satyr made the jestures of clawing at his eyes.
Valary tested the chains and found it hard to even lift her wrist they were so thick and heavy, Satyr smirked and left her alone in the room and turned the lights out. "Goodnight love.." He spoke and shut the door. Valary felt so alone and so cold.
