Post by kayleigh ophelia justice on Jul 21, 2010 18:04:57 GMT -7
KAYLEIGHO P H E L I AJUSTICE
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"We're all normal, just some of us are different."[/color][/size][/center]
nicknames : kay
age : sixteen
birthday : january fifteenth
orientation : Bisexual
group : level 2
illness : cutter, some prostitution and abnormal sexual behavior.
canon or original? : original, baby.[/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
weight : eighty three pounds
body : slender
eyes : hazel eyes and almond shaped, usually bright.
hair : red/orange straight hair
distinguishing features : many cut scars around her wrists and a clean pink line around her neck.
fashion sense : scene/indie.
play-by : hayley williams[/size][/font][/ul][/ul]
dislikes : preps, dumb blondes, very heavy metal, weird religious people, bad food, crappy earbuds, not being able to cut herself, the color pink, people brushing their teeth infront of her, when people smack their gum, etc.
strengths : drawing, being able to scream loudly for 45 seconds without taking a breath, always looking to the brightside of things, hugging strangers, cooperating (so she thinks.)
weaknesses : chocolate, cute boys, a box of colored pencils, sharp objects, long hair, hugs.
habits : cutting herself, biting her nails, rocking back and fourth, being loud, screaming at random times, biting herself, hugging things.
fears : to be locked away in a windowless room for more than an hour, sharks, losing her childhood stuffed animal, falling off a cliff, drowning, rejection, cockroaches.
secrets : when she didn't have her cutting tools, she used her teeth to cut, that she screwed at least 7 homeless men in a time of need, has gotten several abortions, when running away from home for a year, she got pregnant and didn't abort the child, had the baby and gave it away.
personality : Kayleigh's happy and willing most of the time but don't let that fool you, She is not who she seems to be. She's gotten pregnant several times and had many abortions and has an obsession with sex, she cannot go a week without sexual interaction or cutting herself anywhere on her body. Her mother checked her into the Brakken Lane Sanitorium after finding her at a local grocery store, alone. Many people don't like her if they hear her history first, All Kayleigh wants to do is make friends, cut and have sex, Other than all of the bad things, She's happy and helpful and hyper. Love her or hate her, She'll always love you.[/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
father : Perry Kane Hights, 42 years old, unemployed.
siblings : none.
other : Kayleigh has a daughter named Olivia --- she doesn't know anything more than the first name, She has an aunt, uncle and two snobby cousins that are spoiled rotten by their wealthy parents, named Ian and Angel.
birthplace : Seattle, Washington.
significant other : none.
pets : A male doberman named Dakota.
overall : Kayleigh Ophelia Justice was born in a small hospital in Seattle, Washington. Her parents were the normal family, A medium sized house, a good family income, Everything a suburban kid could want. Kayleigh had a bit of depression to her life, As she grown up, Her parents started to grow apart from her and Kayleigh didn't want anything to do with them.
The first time Kayleigh had sex was when she was only 10 years old, An old man who babysat her would always play "doctor" with her and touch her, Kayleigh didn't know it was wrong, so she would just smile and let him do whatever he wanted. It didn't bother Kayleigh because all it did to her was make her feel good, she loved it.
That's when her sexual addiction started, she always found a way to get what she wanted, She was only 12 when she started prostituting herself, Her father always hit her, he became a fat beer-gutted ignorant man, He was once a very professional business man but then he changed, That's when her cutting started, she found pleasure in it, releasing all her stress and anger.
So Kayleigh did what she wanted, Having sex and cutting herself, That was the perfect lifestyle for her. Then she was introduced to strip-clubs and selling herself on the corners, She was the ripe age of 13 when she first got pregnant from a sleazy old bastard who would always make plans with Kayleigh.
He didn't care about her pregnancy, he threw her across the room when she told him, Demanding her to get an abortion, saying it would ruin his reputation and get him arrested, That was what Kayleigh did.
From that day on, She continued to have sex and get pregnant several times, All of those times getting an abortion. When she had just turned 15, She had a boyfriend, Her own age and they had sex and ended up in a pregnancy, Kayleigh decided that she would give birth to this baby and give it up.
She lived on the streets with her boyfriend for 12 months, Having her baby in a hospital on the canadian border, Giving up her daughter, Olivia, To a willing canadian couple. She cried so much that day, Her boyfriend slit her throat and said he never really loved her, He only stayed with her because of the baby and the constant sex.
That depressed Kayleigh, She really cut herself up over that time. One day she was at a grocery store, begging the meat department to give her samples of their products, Her mother noticed her and took her home, having the police come and handcuff her, taking her back to her parents home where she was locked in her room for a few months.
Her mother, Gale, Found the Brakken Lane Sanitorium and sent her there, Trying to help her go back to the normal girl her mother had always hoped of raising.[/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
age : fifteen
experience : two years
other characters : none.
contacts : I have aim,msn, yim and skype.
anything else? : Curly hair :D
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I was running. No, not running but rather sprinting. My heart beating overtime and a half. The ground above me seemed to shoot by, not even giving me a chance to take a good look at it. The dark skies above brought down a sheet of rain every second, pelting me from above. The raindrops felt like glass on my skin, digging into my face. I could barely keep my eyes open because of the deluge. Every drop that hit seemed to be a pin sticking into me, stinging like crazy. I wanted to stop running badly but instinct told me not to. I was in too much danger.
It was unfathomable; all I could wrap my mind on was running. I didn’t know where to go. I couldn’t think straight. I just wanted to lie down and catch a good lungful of air. I was in trouble. The longer I ran the more I ached. My muscles were screaming at me. I felt miserable, like I’d been running forever and for all I know it might just have been forever. I hoped this forever would end though. Every minute brought a new intensity level to my pain. My breaths were spaced out and raspy. I started to cough; I reached my limit for the moment. Only for the moment. I fell to my knees with a thud and crawled behind a store. The red bricks across from me were stained and worn out, must’ve been an old building. The store behind me seemed deserted, with no-one in it.
Other than a counter and some racks with boxes the store was empty. I sat and relaxed a moment, my heart beat went normal again and I could breathe regularly again. A wonderful thing to be able to do after running pretty hard. Then and there I could think again. I pulled out my phone out and dialed a number. Hopefully my savior. “Hello this is 911,” rang a voice, “Help! I’m behind a store and someone’s-” Inside my hand the phone exploded. A bullet had blown it to bits. Pieces of plastic and wires and electronics covered the ground. I frantically searched for the source of the bullet.
All I saw was nothing, the same way it’d been when I first saw everything. An eerie silence was hanging around, no-one was outside. I saw no-one inside the store. No-one at the park across the street. No-one, nothing, not a sign of life. The feeling was building, like a twisted horror movie. Nothing had scared me this much before. I heard nothing but some evil beat of a drum. It was low and menacing. I hated it. The tempo was off the charts and it was unceasing. I saw nothing to make the noise though.
Was I dreaming? I searched for the noise. It bothered me. I wanted it to stop. I was breaking. The pressure was building. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I hated this. This horrid situation. I just couldn’t stand it. “Stop it!” I yelled to the heavens above, “Just stop!” It was futile; no mere voice like mine could change this. The dark clouds above seemed to want to weep some more, silently I asked them not to. The previous rains had ceased for the moment. Leaving a sensation of hope, in some ways.
(I hope this is good enough.)
It was unfathomable; all I could wrap my mind on was running. I didn’t know where to go. I couldn’t think straight. I just wanted to lie down and catch a good lungful of air. I was in trouble. The longer I ran the more I ached. My muscles were screaming at me. I felt miserable, like I’d been running forever and for all I know it might just have been forever. I hoped this forever would end though. Every minute brought a new intensity level to my pain. My breaths were spaced out and raspy. I started to cough; I reached my limit for the moment. Only for the moment. I fell to my knees with a thud and crawled behind a store. The red bricks across from me were stained and worn out, must’ve been an old building. The store behind me seemed deserted, with no-one in it.
Other than a counter and some racks with boxes the store was empty. I sat and relaxed a moment, my heart beat went normal again and I could breathe regularly again. A wonderful thing to be able to do after running pretty hard. Then and there I could think again. I pulled out my phone out and dialed a number. Hopefully my savior. “Hello this is 911,” rang a voice, “Help! I’m behind a store and someone’s-” Inside my hand the phone exploded. A bullet had blown it to bits. Pieces of plastic and wires and electronics covered the ground. I frantically searched for the source of the bullet.
All I saw was nothing, the same way it’d been when I first saw everything. An eerie silence was hanging around, no-one was outside. I saw no-one inside the store. No-one at the park across the street. No-one, nothing, not a sign of life. The feeling was building, like a twisted horror movie. Nothing had scared me this much before. I heard nothing but some evil beat of a drum. It was low and menacing. I hated it. The tempo was off the charts and it was unceasing. I saw nothing to make the noise though.
Was I dreaming? I searched for the noise. It bothered me. I wanted it to stop. I was breaking. The pressure was building. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I hated this. This horrid situation. I just couldn’t stand it. “Stop it!” I yelled to the heavens above, “Just stop!” It was futile; no mere voice like mine could change this. The dark clouds above seemed to want to weep some more, silently I asked them not to. The previous rains had ceased for the moment. Leaving a sensation of hope, in some ways.
(I hope this is good enough.)
