Post by ` kitty marshall on Jul 9, 2008 14:30:53 GMT -5
kitty marshall
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"i've found the cure to growing older"[/size]
"i'm the first kid to write about hearts, friends and love"
•• i just watched her make the same mistakes again[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]
name , kitty ashley marshall[/b][/i]
nicknames , kit, k and kitty
gender , female
age , 17
date of birth , tenth of september, 1991
grade , junior
sexuality , straight
clique , scenes•• what's wrong, what's wrong now? ••
hair colour , blonde
eye colour , blue/green
build , thin and short
height , 5"3
weight , 109 pounds
paragraph , kitty's apparence? she's pretty much like every other scene kid. loads of streaks in her hair, always different colours. wearing either very bright colours that are in-your-face, or blacks and greys when she's depressed. which to be honest, isn't very much at all. she loves to wear either no jewelery or tons of the stuff, just to stand out a little bit more, you know?
played by , ashley jade boyd [who is incredibly hard to find xD]
•• too many, too many problems ••
[/b][/i]home town ,new york, manhattan
mother , rose marshall
father , craig marshall
brothers , robbie marshall
sisters , lola marshall and helen marshall
other , n/a
•• don't know where she belongs ••
[/b][/i][/center]history , gorwing up in the slums of new york city never was easy, and kitty marshall knew that. ever since she was born, on the tenth of september, 1991, she's been brought up in poverty. while everyone else at her school had nice things like dolls and llunches, kitty didn't. in her spare time, instead of playing on the top of the range games, like many other kids, she was sewing for her clothes an making new garments to wear from curtains, spare bits of cloth, anything she could lay her little hands on.
after a few years of living like this, until kitty was ten to be exact, craig got a job rise and they were in with the rich kids. immeadetly, craig and rose tried for a baby, and they got not one, but two. robbie and lola marshall. at first craig and rose gave every little single bit of attention to robbie and lola, but after a while they realised that they were treating kitty badly and they inculded her now and again. kitty didn't likeher brother or sister one little bit, she saw them as annoying brats who got everything they wanted, s much further apart than her when she was their age.
then, after a few more years in the beautiful house that craig and rose had bought, helen was brought into this world. straight away, kitty liked her. unlike lola and robbie, helen didn't like all the attention and wanted only kitty to pick her up and cuddle her, not her parents. ever since, helen and kitty have been best friends.
their parents noticed this best friendship, and sent kitty off to crescent hill academy, wanting her to make some new friends, instead of just having a friendship with her little sister.
personality , kitty is very usually a bright, bubbly person. she is only sad or depressed when something happens to helen or her family. helen first, though as helen was always nice and kind to kitty. whereas her parents nevere really cared for her, neither did her two other siblings, robbie and lola.
many people would call kitty annoying by her hyperactivity, but she likes to think of it was being 'happy and lively.' almost anything makes her laugh, which also annoys people, but generally, kitty is a happy and bubbly person anyway, with or without the energy drinks.
kitty, even though she seems popular, doesn't have many frends. but it's not their faults, kitty's just really picky. she always makes sure her friends are true to her and if they're not, she'll never talk to them ever again. sounds tough, but that's how kitty is.
likes ,
` drinking
` smoking
` slushies
` coffee
` movie nights
` true friends
` people who talk to her
` music
` in-your-face hair colours
` telling people to 'fuck off'
dislikes ,
` cold days
` haters
` people who ignore her
` loosing anything
` not having a smoke
` not getting drunk
` going to a party without drink
` being bored
` boring people
fears ,
` dying
` helen dying
` loosing someone in her family
hopes ,
` to get a job
` pass her exams
` get out of crescent hill academy
secrets , n/a[/size]
•• she wants to go home
[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]your name , julie-aneee
age , 13 :]
experience , a year xD
password , hell on earth
sample ,
Rodger woke with a splitting headache. Probably from the night before, when he was at a party with good old Jimmy. He knew from that moment that he would have been wasted the night before, and most of the morning. Slowly, he turned and looked at his clock. Rodger had to squint before seeing anything, but eventually the red l.e.d lights made sense. 7:50 am. He groaned and yawned, trying to make his mind more manageable.
It took him a fair few minutes to drag himself out from his cosy covers, and when he had, Rodger felt more hungover than ever. He ran a boney hand through his tussled hair and tried to make his legs move, not that it would help much.
Again Rodger yawned and stretched, satisfied as a his lower back cracked. Rubbing the sleep out from his hazel eyes, he sat down on his bed. It seemed safer than sitting on his dorm floor, considering all of the crap Jimmy left around and even if he did find a clean spot, he doubted he'd be able to get up, thanks to the mother of all hangovers.
He pulled off his soiled black t-shirt, to be replaced with another black t-shirt with 'to write love on her arms' written delicately on. He loved this t-shirt and he hoped to god that nothing would happen to him today for it to get ruined. But judging by his night, nothing would happen to him, he'd just be even more submissive and quiet as before and make sure he wouldn't make a fool of himself, even though it was so hard not to do.
Rodger smiled meekly as he realised that he'd taken his shoes off before getting into his bed. He'd trained himself so well. Everything in his area was clean and neat as not to lose anything, but Jimmy's side? No. That would never happen over there. Even though Jimmy hated to loose things, he never cleaned up, not that bothered Rodger at all, as long as he knew where everything was, he didn't care one bit.
Once dressed Rodger decided to get drunk again, he needed to escape from the hangover. He stood up and stretched again, making sure his shoulder cracked before moving. It was a good thing he knew exactly where his stash was, otherwise through the hangover he'd have forgotten. Quickly, well, as quickly as he could, Rodger walked over to the bookcase and pulled out his trusty old playwrite of Romeo and Juliet. Inside he knew were numerous little bottles of Jack Daniel's and even the thought of them made his heart shiver with want and need.
After forgetting everything thanks to his two pals, Jack and Daniel, Rodger felt better, he felt as though there was more flare in his life. He placed the book back in it's place and walked clumsily to his bed. Making sure he was sitting on it properly, he bent down to get his shoes. Even though he knew he was on his bed securely, it felt as though he was about to fall off. Knowing it was from the drink, he grabbed his shoes and straightened up. Rodger placed his shoes on effortlessly and tried to get up without success. He groaned loudly and shut his lids tightly. He was going to get up, no matter what. But how? That was another story entirely.
Rodger pulled himself up from his bed eventually, but in doing so he was almost sick all over his floor. The word here is almost. It really was a good job he hadn't been sick everywhere, otherwise Jimmy would have killed him. Although, Jimmy would kill him for being this drunk at... He checked his bedside clock and very slowly made out the numbers. At 8:00am in the morning.
Quickly, Rodger checked himself out in the mirror. His hair, well, that could be sorted another time. His clothes were ruffled and creased but he still wore them. It wasn't like he was impressing anyone today anyway. Again he looked at himself, closer this time, so close he could see the bags under his eyes and see just how ugly he was. But good old eyeliner could fix both of those problems.
Finally, Rodger walked out of his dorm room, checking that he had his phone, iPod and cigarettes with him. Carefully he placed the earphones in his ears and surfed his iPod until he found something worth listening to. Mindless Self Indulgence. Sure, they weren't the greatest band to listen to when you're drunk, but Rodger didn't care. It was either them or hardcore metal. And at this time in the morning when you're off-your-head drunk, you really don't need headbanging music on.
Sighing to himself, Rodger had no idea where the hell he was going, but his legs seemed to know where he was going. So he just continued down the long corridors of rooms. It took him all but a few seconds to realise he was in the staff quarters and that he would get killed if he was caught there. So quickly he walked back to his room and out of the big fire door that was placed there for some unknown reason to Rodger.
He made his way out into the yard and smiled as one of his favourite songs came on. Get It Up. Everytime he listened to it he laughed and laughed, which was something a sloth never ever did. But he'd always liked to be different. After a few seconds into the song he was mouthing the words and pulling a cigarette out of his pocket.
Taking a nice long drag he heard someone shout something, but it was lucky he'd heard them, considering how loud his music was, and he turned around to see one of the male staff. The first thing he thought was 'shit!' But he didn't let him see it. If it was anything to do with him, which he guessed it probably was as there was only Rodger standing there smoking, he couldn't let his guard down. Hell, he had done when he first moved here with Jimmy and they ate him alive. It was a good thing that staff member had left a few days period to that little scene. Not that Rodger cared, that bitch was always nasty to him anyway.
As the staff member got closer, Rodger could make out some features. Short dark hair. Masculine figure. He mentally scolded himself. Smoking outside at this time? Of course he was going to get caught by Tommy.
Tommy was one of the staff who despised Rodger and Jimmy it didn't matter what they did, but Tommy hated them for it. Rodger guessed it had something to do with the prank they'd pulled on him their first day there, but still, he shouldn't have kept that hatred for this long.
"Oi!" Tommy shouted. Rodger rolled his eyes, Tommy was such a moron, couldn't he at least use his name? "No smoking here!" Rodger sighed and pulled out his left earphone of the ear that was nearest to Tommy. "What?" He asked. "My iPod was on too loud." He offered that as a excuse, but really, anyone could hear Tommy over the loudest of music.
"No. Smoking." Tommy didn't shout this time, but he was close enough to Rodger not to, anyway. Sighing, Rodger took another long drag and dropped his cigarette to the floor, mashing it with his foot. "Happy now?" Rodger scowled. "That was my last cigarette." It wasn't really, but Tommy didn't have to know that. Rodger wondered if he could smell the alcohol on his breath, it was a random thought, but if you were caught, you got chucked into the isolation room for hours. And that wasn't very fun at all.
"Have you been drinking?" Tommy asked. Well, Rodger guessed that you could smell the alcohol from his breath. For some reason, the impulse to run came into his mind. He didn't give it another thought, he just did so. Running away from Tommy was easy, but not getting caught was harder. In the first few minutes of running away from Tommy, Rodger got caught by a tall, strong guy he'd never seen before.
"Isolation." He heard the guy say and Rodger's spirits darkened. He'd be in there all day as they liked, loved, to torture unsuspecting rule breakers with hours in the small room. More than likely with another person, too. He doubted it was from the 'shortness' of room with all of the people in there. Rodger thought it was like a little game for the staff.
He was carried over to the isolation rooms and chucked into one by the tall strong guy. "Fuck you!" He yelled at the closed door. Panting from the run, Rodger looked around the room, it was bright and white, reminding him of a psychopath room. And he saw a girl there, too. She had bright orange hair and was wearing equally bright clothes. A pink top and black jeans. She made Rodger feel dark wearing his black top and black jeans. He looked closer to her t-shirt and noticed that it had the words 'to write love on her arms' wrote on it. He couldn't help but muster a small smile. "Look, we match." He giggled and pointed to their t-shirts.
It took him a fair few minutes to drag himself out from his cosy covers, and when he had, Rodger felt more hungover than ever. He ran a boney hand through his tussled hair and tried to make his legs move, not that it would help much.
Again Rodger yawned and stretched, satisfied as a his lower back cracked. Rubbing the sleep out from his hazel eyes, he sat down on his bed. It seemed safer than sitting on his dorm floor, considering all of the crap Jimmy left around and even if he did find a clean spot, he doubted he'd be able to get up, thanks to the mother of all hangovers.
He pulled off his soiled black t-shirt, to be replaced with another black t-shirt with 'to write love on her arms' written delicately on. He loved this t-shirt and he hoped to god that nothing would happen to him today for it to get ruined. But judging by his night, nothing would happen to him, he'd just be even more submissive and quiet as before and make sure he wouldn't make a fool of himself, even though it was so hard not to do.
Rodger smiled meekly as he realised that he'd taken his shoes off before getting into his bed. He'd trained himself so well. Everything in his area was clean and neat as not to lose anything, but Jimmy's side? No. That would never happen over there. Even though Jimmy hated to loose things, he never cleaned up, not that bothered Rodger at all, as long as he knew where everything was, he didn't care one bit.
Once dressed Rodger decided to get drunk again, he needed to escape from the hangover. He stood up and stretched again, making sure his shoulder cracked before moving. It was a good thing he knew exactly where his stash was, otherwise through the hangover he'd have forgotten. Quickly, well, as quickly as he could, Rodger walked over to the bookcase and pulled out his trusty old playwrite of Romeo and Juliet. Inside he knew were numerous little bottles of Jack Daniel's and even the thought of them made his heart shiver with want and need.
After forgetting everything thanks to his two pals, Jack and Daniel, Rodger felt better, he felt as though there was more flare in his life. He placed the book back in it's place and walked clumsily to his bed. Making sure he was sitting on it properly, he bent down to get his shoes. Even though he knew he was on his bed securely, it felt as though he was about to fall off. Knowing it was from the drink, he grabbed his shoes and straightened up. Rodger placed his shoes on effortlessly and tried to get up without success. He groaned loudly and shut his lids tightly. He was going to get up, no matter what. But how? That was another story entirely.
Rodger pulled himself up from his bed eventually, but in doing so he was almost sick all over his floor. The word here is almost. It really was a good job he hadn't been sick everywhere, otherwise Jimmy would have killed him. Although, Jimmy would kill him for being this drunk at... He checked his bedside clock and very slowly made out the numbers. At 8:00am in the morning.
Quickly, Rodger checked himself out in the mirror. His hair, well, that could be sorted another time. His clothes were ruffled and creased but he still wore them. It wasn't like he was impressing anyone today anyway. Again he looked at himself, closer this time, so close he could see the bags under his eyes and see just how ugly he was. But good old eyeliner could fix both of those problems.
Finally, Rodger walked out of his dorm room, checking that he had his phone, iPod and cigarettes with him. Carefully he placed the earphones in his ears and surfed his iPod until he found something worth listening to. Mindless Self Indulgence. Sure, they weren't the greatest band to listen to when you're drunk, but Rodger didn't care. It was either them or hardcore metal. And at this time in the morning when you're off-your-head drunk, you really don't need headbanging music on.
Sighing to himself, Rodger had no idea where the hell he was going, but his legs seemed to know where he was going. So he just continued down the long corridors of rooms. It took him all but a few seconds to realise he was in the staff quarters and that he would get killed if he was caught there. So quickly he walked back to his room and out of the big fire door that was placed there for some unknown reason to Rodger.
He made his way out into the yard and smiled as one of his favourite songs came on. Get It Up. Everytime he listened to it he laughed and laughed, which was something a sloth never ever did. But he'd always liked to be different. After a few seconds into the song he was mouthing the words and pulling a cigarette out of his pocket.
Taking a nice long drag he heard someone shout something, but it was lucky he'd heard them, considering how loud his music was, and he turned around to see one of the male staff. The first thing he thought was 'shit!' But he didn't let him see it. If it was anything to do with him, which he guessed it probably was as there was only Rodger standing there smoking, he couldn't let his guard down. Hell, he had done when he first moved here with Jimmy and they ate him alive. It was a good thing that staff member had left a few days period to that little scene. Not that Rodger cared, that bitch was always nasty to him anyway.
As the staff member got closer, Rodger could make out some features. Short dark hair. Masculine figure. He mentally scolded himself. Smoking outside at this time? Of course he was going to get caught by Tommy.
Tommy was one of the staff who despised Rodger and Jimmy it didn't matter what they did, but Tommy hated them for it. Rodger guessed it had something to do with the prank they'd pulled on him their first day there, but still, he shouldn't have kept that hatred for this long.
"Oi!" Tommy shouted. Rodger rolled his eyes, Tommy was such a moron, couldn't he at least use his name? "No smoking here!" Rodger sighed and pulled out his left earphone of the ear that was nearest to Tommy. "What?" He asked. "My iPod was on too loud." He offered that as a excuse, but really, anyone could hear Tommy over the loudest of music.
"No. Smoking." Tommy didn't shout this time, but he was close enough to Rodger not to, anyway. Sighing, Rodger took another long drag and dropped his cigarette to the floor, mashing it with his foot. "Happy now?" Rodger scowled. "That was my last cigarette." It wasn't really, but Tommy didn't have to know that. Rodger wondered if he could smell the alcohol on his breath, it was a random thought, but if you were caught, you got chucked into the isolation room for hours. And that wasn't very fun at all.
"Have you been drinking?" Tommy asked. Well, Rodger guessed that you could smell the alcohol from his breath. For some reason, the impulse to run came into his mind. He didn't give it another thought, he just did so. Running away from Tommy was easy, but not getting caught was harder. In the first few minutes of running away from Tommy, Rodger got caught by a tall, strong guy he'd never seen before.
"Isolation." He heard the guy say and Rodger's spirits darkened. He'd be in there all day as they liked, loved, to torture unsuspecting rule breakers with hours in the small room. More than likely with another person, too. He doubted it was from the 'shortness' of room with all of the people in there. Rodger thought it was like a little game for the staff.
He was carried over to the isolation rooms and chucked into one by the tall strong guy. "Fuck you!" He yelled at the closed door. Panting from the run, Rodger looked around the room, it was bright and white, reminding him of a psychopath room. And he saw a girl there, too. She had bright orange hair and was wearing equally bright clothes. A pink top and black jeans. She made Rodger feel dark wearing his black top and black jeans. He looked closer to her t-shirt and noticed that it had the words 'to write love on her arms' wrote on it. He couldn't help but muster a small smile. "Look, we match." He giggled and pointed to their t-shirts.
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