Post by KAT ELIZA TURNER on Feb 1, 2010 2:55:55 GMT -5
KAT ELIZA TURNER
[/font]" I DON'T LOVE YOU I'M UST PASSING THE TIME. "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: Kat Eliza Turner[/blockquote]
AGE: Nineteen
MEMBER GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: --- Out of school
BIRTH PLACE: Paris, France
RELIGION: Atheist
SEXUALITY: Straight
PLAYBY: Amber Heard
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
1.
MY PARENTS DISOWNED ME.
I was an accident. They always told me I was. Even when I was younger, like about three or four, and I did something wrong, they always said "Katherine, you're such a mistake." or "You're the biggest mistake I've ever made." It was painful to grow up with parents who didn't love you. My parents didn't love anyone, not even each other. When I was sixteen they threw me out on the streets, told me that now that I was old enough to take care of myself, that I was no longer their child. They left me with nothing. I had no money, no family, and no friends. I was left to wander the streets alone.
2.
MY NAME WAS KATHERINE.
My name was something my mother always loved. It was her name too. Katherine. Because she loved it, I hated it. It was something I couldn't stand. 'Katherine' my mother would always call me. She'd yell that dreadful name until I responded, then said 'You'll never earn your name.' She was right. I never did. I never wanted to. So I didn't. When they disowned me, I changed it. Just shortened it, to Kat. Not Katie. Kat.
3.
I WAS A DANCER
Yeah, I was a dancer, or the more common term, a stripper. I was almost seventeen when I found myself in America. I had no money, no job and no food. I'd been ballet dancing since I was four, courtesy of my neighbor.. she always was fond of me. Anyways, when I got to the States, the only thing I new how to do was dance. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to. With a few modifications, and a fake I.D. I became Chastity Meadow, a stripper. From age seventeen to age nineteen, I worked under that name, shedding my clothes for a living. I lived in the motel across the street. It wasn't until a man picked me out and offered me a job.
4.
I'M A MAID.
Out of everyone at the club, I must have been special. Julian picked me out of the dancers and pulled me aside. We began talking and he offered me a job. It paid more, and I wouldn't have to shed my clothes, except for on occasion. I took the job. He gave me a home, and as long as I kept it clean and took care of him, I could live there. I clean, I cook… draw his baths, and roll down his bed. In return, Julian gives me everything I need.
5.
I'M PRETTY SARCASTIC.
I don't like what I do for Julian, he never gives me any praise. Then again, I suppose I shouldn't expect any from him. In return to the comments he throws at me, I simply answer him with sarcasm laced in my voice. I don't like replying straight on, with a 'Yes Sir" and "Of course, Julian. How could I have been so stupid?" I love to reply with something I know will make him mad. I know he's done quite a bit for me, but let's face it. He's an ass. I don't like being his maid, but I have no where else to go. Sure, I make enough money leave him if I chose, but I haven't been on my own in years.
6.
I STEAL FROM JULIAN.
Working under one of the largest drug dealers in Manhattan has it's perks. Jules is fucking rich, and on top of that, he has drugs.. lots of them. Before I got into the dancing business, I wasn't into them, but during my time at the clubs, there were several men I was with that would often be under the influence, and even supply drugs for me. It just became a way of coping with my life and how much I hated it. So now that I'm with Julian, and I'm feeling too lazy to ask over and over again, I simply take it, but just enough so he won't notice.
7.
I ENJOY SINGING.
It's something that's really been a comfort to me. Along with ballet, singing has been the one thing that keeps me from spiraling down into depression or even just snapping at Julian. It helps relieve everything and send me to another place, relaxing every muscle in my body. I love it. The melody, the music, it's all so comforting. I usually do it when I'm alone, as I personally don't like anyone listening. It's not that I feel I'm not good, it's more the fact that I don't like people.
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: Tia
AGE: Seventeen (Eighteen in 19 days)
EXPERIENCE: Six years
TIME ZONE: Pacific
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
hate me baby, maybe i'm a piece of art
her lips parted in a menacing smile as he spoke. though aria had suddenly felt a snap inside of her and had momentarily felt sorry for julian, everything snapped back into place when he spoke. god, couldn't he just for once shut his mouth and relax? he was always so tense. naturally that was her fault, but she didn't even take that into consideration. she was too fired up, and as always, she didn't even think to consider what he wanted. in her mind, everyone wanted her. i mean, who wouldn't? she was gorgeous. so gorgeous in fact, that it wasn't human. that's exactly what it was, because she wasn't human any longer. instead, she was a frozen rose in time, her body stuck forever as this twenty year old woman. this gorgeous face was forever hers. not that she was complaining. aria had never really wanted to grow old and wrinkly. the heart inside her frozen body should have been beating. it should have been beating like julian's was. but if it was, she wouldn't be here. he wouldn't be here. she'd be old.. and he'd be free. in this moment, she considered herself lucky. she was glad julian was there and whether he liked it or not, she was going to make him like her. that's all she wanted and aria riggs always got what she wanted. julian was going to be no exception. she wanted him and whether it be tonight, or some night in the future, he was going to be hers.[/quote]
her lips brushed over his cheek and back up to his ear where her hot breath tickled his skin when he spoke. "mhm.." she purred gently, her body pressing hard against his. when he spoke again, she rolled her eyes and growled slightly. "don't tell me what i like and don't like, julian. i know very well that it's you i want. so shut up and put out." moving on from the matter at hand, aria pretended as if he didn't say anything and continued pressing forward, kissing his neck, despite the obvious pleas for her to stop. still there were several little moments, where she knew he was enjoying her touch. the softness of her lips against his skin, the thrill of being so close to danger.. kissing it. she knew that deep down, he had to be enjoying this. he was only human after all and aria knew what humans wanted, what they desired… or so she thought. of course, aria had no idea what julian wanted. she didn't know that he just wanted to leave. the only thing she was thinking was 'how could anyone not want me?' she saw herself as a perfect being, well, on the outside. she knew there was something twisted and wrong about her brain, but she was flawless otherwise. right? wrong. aria had many flaws, and some she never wanted anyone to discover.
as she listened to his heart, she could feel the envy growing inside of her. she missed her own heart. the feeling of it beating against her chest. but she hardly remembered the feeling. it had been so long ago.. now she was nothing but a spiteful, hash beast who no one but herself could love. hell, even she didn't love herself, but she was expecting julian to love every minute of it despite how awful she'd treated him. despite everything she did. in response to him snapping, she smirked up at him. "come-on… you should be glad i kept you around this long. my last slave i had to kill within weeks of meeting him. I couldn't take his constant yapping and that attitude. He was so pathetic… so I snapped his neck." she wrinkled her nose and growled in a sexy-like manner. "how does that make you feel, julian? are you getting all rilled up? hmm? once again she crawled on top of him, tearing his shirt open in the process. still smirking, she moved down to his naval and licked all the way up his chest, ending at the base of his neck where she nibbled softly, careful not to scratch him with her fangs.
she knew julian wasn't going to take to her 'sorry' talk, but it was worth a shot. however, the result was even better than she thought. aria watched him as he got up form beneath her and walked over to his dresser. the evil smirk was still pasted on her face when he turned around to glare at her. "do you know how sexy you look right now?" she asked, her eyes fixed on him. "i love it.. and here i thought you were nothing than just a wimpy doe-eyed little pup." she shook her head, moving to the edge of the bed, laying on her stomach with her hands resting in her palms. "boy was i wrong." a giggle escaped her lips as he began ransacking through his drawer. she watched quietly as he pulled out a small black bag and looked inside. then, a playful out replaced the smirk on her lips as she got up and stood behind him, her small hands resting on his shoulders. oh, the things she wanted to do to him.. the pleasure she could bring him. if only he'd let her.
"what's the matter, jules?" she asked coyly. "did you run out?" standing on her toes, she placed her chin gently on his shoulder and she whispered in his ear. "i've got more on me, you know… i always do." she said in an even lower voice before licking his ear. "you're just going to have to find it." a sort of wicked snicker escaped her throat before she plopped back down on the bed, her arms holding her up from behind her. aria's eyes sparkled with mischief as she sat there in simply her bra and black low-waisted skinny jeans, the carpet tickling her bare feet. she let her fangs trace over her bottom lip as she watched him, waiting for him to move. "so julesy, what are you waiting for? the longer you wait, the more your urge will take over. you and i both know it. so you might as well get it over and done with."
she knew julian would hate her more for this, but she didn't care. this way, it was more fun for her this way. perhaps when she was stripped down and he had the drugs in his system, he'd give in to what she wanted. him.
