Post by britj21 on Jan 8, 2010 14:50:57 GMT -5
LAURA BETH SAWYER
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[/center]FULL NAME: laura beth sawyer, pleased to meet you! lots of people call me Laurie, or Laur-Bear, or lots of other things. When I‘m in trouble I get called Laura Beth, but I‘m not in trouble a lot. I mean, not a whole lot at least. So yes, my name is Laura. Hi! Want to be friends?molly steele[/blockquote]
AGE: I’m 17 years old! I know I look a lot younger then that, but I promise I am.
MEMBER GROUP: they put me in the ‘whackjob’ section, which I don’t think is very nice, personally. I’m not crazy, my mom just says I’m specialer then most other people. So there.
GRADE: junior!
BIRTH PLACE: they told me I was born in los angeles, but I grew up all over the place cause of foster homes
RELIGION: what’s that?
SEXUALITY: straight
PLAYBY:
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
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1.
“yay, I love talking about myself! Oh, yes, facts. Fact one! (I’m so professional sounding, hehe), oh gosh, now I’m nervous. Fact one, I have a lot of friends. Friends gravitate to me, I love everybody and everybody loves me. Yay!
2.
My favorite color is pink. I’ve always liked it, some people just say “oh that’s cause you’re a girl,” but it’s not. I’ve literally had pink everything in my life since I was a baby. At least I think so, I don’t really remember very much of my baby years, but I have to assume that’s right. If you ever buy me something pink, you would be my best friend forever, like totally, promise.
3.
I’m so addicted to reality television. My foster mom, Sharon, used to yell at me all the time, because it was the only thing that I ever watched when I wasn’t with my friends. I watch mostly the VH1 shows, cause they’re the funniest things ever. I would totally want to be on Rock of Love, because Bret Michael’s is a pretty old guy. Oh and I love the “Where Are They Now?” shows, and the THS Investigates! Even though that show makes me super sad cause it’s usually about killers and missing babies and stuff. But I still like it. Now I want to watch TV, darnit!
4.
My parents decided they didn’t want me anymore after I was born, so I’ve been in and out of foster care most of my life. I never really got to stay long in any of the homes, though, there was always some kind of problem with me or something. My last home was fine, I really liked it even, but I was best friends with my foster brother and he liked to play husband and wife games and his mom found us one day and said I had to be sent away because I was “dirty” or something. But my new mom is great, it was her idea to send me here, she thought it might help my problem, even though I don’t really know what my problem is…probably something weird because I’m too skinny or something.
5.
.I‘m pretty average looking for a girl. A bit on the short side, I‘m only 5‘2, but I weigh a bit over a hundred pounds, and I am really good if you ever need someone to like crawl into a small place. Or if a boy I’m with is in a really bad mood, I can hide in small spaces so he can‘t find me. And also, I have dark brown hair, and my eyes are a bright blue color, which my real parents always said was weird since neither of them have blue eyes, and they‘re both Hispanic. My dad said once that my mom was “easy“ when she was younger, so for all intents and purposes, I might not even be his daughter. That‘d certainly explain the lack of resemblance between us, but who cares, because they decided not to love me anyway.
6.
I have this disease I guess, it‘s called Reactive Attachment Disorder? I know, it‘s a mouthful, but basically what it means is that I‘ll attach myself to any person that I come into contact with, my therapist says that I treat people like they‘re my best friends even if I‘ve never met them before in my life. I don‘t see why that‘s a bad thing, to be honest, but my foster mom had to send me away when some boys hurt me pretty badly at school. I know it‘s for my own good, and maybe they‘ll be able to cure me of it!
7.
I‘m not really afraid of a lot of things, to be honest. I guess I‘m terrified of being alone, I need to constantly be surrounded by people or I tend to freak out. I guess that’s something to do with my “disease” right? Or whatever. I think it’s cool, to never really be afraid of stuff. It makes it super easy to just make my worries disappear. Mostly cause my worries never really existed in the first place! Some people think it’s annoying how optimistic I am, but I think it’s good because life would be bad if I didn’t have hope.
8.
Hmmm…this is getting hard! I guess once I stole a tube of lip gloss from Victoria Secret on accident. I thought that I put it on the counter with my other stuff, but then when I got home, there it was in my bag, and not on the receipt. I felt really bad, but my mom said it was okay, just so long as I remembered to tell God and then I‘d be forgiven. So I told god, and kept the lipgloss, I think it was a pretty good deal, overall!
9.
I‘m a good girl, for the most part. People tend to like me, because I‘m easy to get along with and willing to be friends with absolutely anyone. I guess I am way too trusting though, I‘ll talk to you even if you‘re a serial killer, I‘ll talk to you even if it means I might get hurt for it. I have a lot of naiveté in my actions, and I‘m pretty innocent. I‘m also really gullible and really easily swayed, I hate when people are mad so I do my best to always please them, even if it means I lose a bit of myself in the process
10.
I guess I‘ll just relay to you what my therapists said to me. When I was a baby, I never really got any attention. My mom didn‘t want me, but she didn‘t know what else to do with me, so I was basically ignored for the first few months of my life until social services came to take me away. From there, I was passed along from foster home to foster home, never staying in one place for very long, at least not long enough to ever have a real family. They think that‘s why I am the way that I am, because I missed the crucial bonding moments in my early development, and then continued to be neglected up until a few years ago when my foster mom took me in. She’s great, and she really loves me. So yes, I‘d say that‘s really what shapes me up to who I am today.
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
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NAME: brit-tastic!
AGE: 22
EXPERIENCE: many, many years
TIME ZONE: pacific
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
Her vice was sex, his vice was drugs.
Well, that was a bit of a lie on her part. Both of them had many vices, the majority of which should’ve never been experienced by anyone, much less both of them, but in her opinion he had more of them then she did. He had drugs, booze, women, smoking, swearing, and anti-just-about-everything. Daciana just had her sex. And yet, they had each other and somehow they seemed to work together in perfect harmony. Oh sure, Javier had an occasional temper tantrum when he’d come over and she’d be with a client, or she’d have the occasional temper tantrum when he’d come over high as a freaking kite, but beyond that, they worked surprisingly well together. It was almost insane how beautiful of a couple they were, but she didn’t dwell on it too often. Mostly because she was usually more mad at his drug use and him at her extensive sex life to really think about how adorable they were together. The shared Hispanic roots, along with his impressive height and her impressive figure made for some beautiful times between them. Daciana liked to think that if they had children some day, they’d be fucking gorgeous.
“Mmm, you can be my crazy stalker anytime, anywhere. Even though I know that you‘re totally right, the only reason I do go out with you is because I know you‘d be at my window every night if I didn‘t give in,” she smiled up at him, and for the first time since he’d come inside, she looked at his eyes. And saw the circles. And the puffiness. And the red. And the what the fuck was he thinking coming over hung over and high? “Javier!”
Romanticism was forgotten. Daciana knew that she was no perfect little angel, her halo was broken and dented and tossed in a trash heap along with her virginity, but she did still have some standards. She did not like or tolerate drug use of any kind. Her ex husband had done some horrible things under the influence and Dacia--surprisingly enough-- did not like to be reminded of her ex husband in any way, shape, or form. Although Javier had never laid a hand on her-- not one that she didn’t want, at any rate-- it still didn’t make her feel safe to be in his presence when he was doing something like coke. Or ecstasy. Or marijuana. Or alcohol. Or anything.
“Goddamnit, what were you doing before you came over?” Her good mood was replace and she pulled out of his arms and stomped from the bathroom back into the lavish bedroom behind them. She went to her drawers, yanking them open with more force then was really necessary, and dropped her towel, leaving her glistening. It took less then five minutes for her to lotion herself, spritz on a dab of her favorite perfume, and slip into a pair of panties before she stomped back to the bed and threw herself facedown on top of it. So much for a romantic evening, so much for having awesome sex with Javier in a beautiful hotel room where no one would bother them and she could forget about the world for awhile. “No, don’t even answer that, I fucking know what you were doing, you selfish son of a bitch. It’s like you enjoy pissing me off!”
Javier didn’t think right when he was high. It was almost like dealing with a high school burnout--which wasn’t far from the truth-- or a child with severe attention problems. She didn’t like either personalities. That was why it was hard to be around him when he got this way, and he knew very well how she felt, but he still seemed to do it as much as he possibly could. Then fights started, they both exploded and said horrible things until he threw her down on the bed and ravaged her into giving in. It wasn’t fair, but then again, what in life was?
“Just go away, I’ll call Pierce instead.”
Oh burn. Javier didn’t know who Pierce was, and she liked to keep it that way, because it kept them problem free. But, she had enough sense to know that Javier would immediately go on the defensive about it and assume that Pierce was a client and flip out just as much as she was over his drug use. Then she’d be able to regain the upper hand on the whole thing and things would be back how she liked it; under her control. “Go now, dismissed, not needed, call you later, whatever.” And with a flick of her perfectly manicured hand, she had just royally turned this whole night around. If there was one thing that could sober him up fast, it was being pissed off. And nobody, but nobody, could piss off Javier like Daciana could.
Well, that was a bit of a lie on her part. Both of them had many vices, the majority of which should’ve never been experienced by anyone, much less both of them, but in her opinion he had more of them then she did. He had drugs, booze, women, smoking, swearing, and anti-just-about-everything. Daciana just had her sex. And yet, they had each other and somehow they seemed to work together in perfect harmony. Oh sure, Javier had an occasional temper tantrum when he’d come over and she’d be with a client, or she’d have the occasional temper tantrum when he’d come over high as a freaking kite, but beyond that, they worked surprisingly well together. It was almost insane how beautiful of a couple they were, but she didn’t dwell on it too often. Mostly because she was usually more mad at his drug use and him at her extensive sex life to really think about how adorable they were together. The shared Hispanic roots, along with his impressive height and her impressive figure made for some beautiful times between them. Daciana liked to think that if they had children some day, they’d be fucking gorgeous.
“Mmm, you can be my crazy stalker anytime, anywhere. Even though I know that you‘re totally right, the only reason I do go out with you is because I know you‘d be at my window every night if I didn‘t give in,” she smiled up at him, and for the first time since he’d come inside, she looked at his eyes. And saw the circles. And the puffiness. And the red. And the what the fuck was he thinking coming over hung over and high? “Javier!”
Romanticism was forgotten. Daciana knew that she was no perfect little angel, her halo was broken and dented and tossed in a trash heap along with her virginity, but she did still have some standards. She did not like or tolerate drug use of any kind. Her ex husband had done some horrible things under the influence and Dacia--surprisingly enough-- did not like to be reminded of her ex husband in any way, shape, or form. Although Javier had never laid a hand on her-- not one that she didn’t want, at any rate-- it still didn’t make her feel safe to be in his presence when he was doing something like coke. Or ecstasy. Or marijuana. Or alcohol. Or anything.
“Goddamnit, what were you doing before you came over?” Her good mood was replace and she pulled out of his arms and stomped from the bathroom back into the lavish bedroom behind them. She went to her drawers, yanking them open with more force then was really necessary, and dropped her towel, leaving her glistening. It took less then five minutes for her to lotion herself, spritz on a dab of her favorite perfume, and slip into a pair of panties before she stomped back to the bed and threw herself facedown on top of it. So much for a romantic evening, so much for having awesome sex with Javier in a beautiful hotel room where no one would bother them and she could forget about the world for awhile. “No, don’t even answer that, I fucking know what you were doing, you selfish son of a bitch. It’s like you enjoy pissing me off!”
Javier didn’t think right when he was high. It was almost like dealing with a high school burnout--which wasn’t far from the truth-- or a child with severe attention problems. She didn’t like either personalities. That was why it was hard to be around him when he got this way, and he knew very well how she felt, but he still seemed to do it as much as he possibly could. Then fights started, they both exploded and said horrible things until he threw her down on the bed and ravaged her into giving in. It wasn’t fair, but then again, what in life was?
“Just go away, I’ll call Pierce instead.”
Oh burn. Javier didn’t know who Pierce was, and she liked to keep it that way, because it kept them problem free. But, she had enough sense to know that Javier would immediately go on the defensive about it and assume that Pierce was a client and flip out just as much as she was over his drug use. Then she’d be able to regain the upper hand on the whole thing and things would be back how she liked it; under her control. “Go now, dismissed, not needed, call you later, whatever.” And with a flick of her perfectly manicured hand, she had just royally turned this whole night around. If there was one thing that could sober him up fast, it was being pissed off. And nobody, but nobody, could piss off Javier like Daciana could.
