Post by len on Feb 20, 2009 14:09:17 GMT -5
* LENA LILIYA JINXX ,
wasting away ( eighteen ) summers in the sun.
when the lights go off, watch the way i take the stage by storm.
( lena ), i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.
* MAKE I T COUNT ,
" So it's pretty obvious that the first thing people notice about me is in fact my hair. Why pink? 'Cause it's awesome, why else? My really hair color is dark brown, but as most seem to think the whole brunette thing does not work for me. It tends to make me look far more pale than I really am. Plus I've always been one to make a statement so the pink stays for a while. Speaking of pale I am indeed fairly pallar, but I blame my mother, the woman always did look pasty. The one thing no one in my family can figure out is where in the hell my eyes came from. Both my parents have more oval shaped eyes where as my are more round. Oh and I have blue eyes on both sides as far back as anyone can remember. So where in the hell do these reddish brown things come from! Figures I'd get gypped on the cool eye color. I'm also not very tall, all my siblings are like giants, as are both my parents. My mother being five feet, eight inches and my father being six feet, two inches. Plus my brothers are tall too. Me I'm five feet,nothingfour inches, but I've got curves that make up for the lack of height with a small waist as well. So really why should I be complaining.
Fashion is a passion of mine, I'm a bit eccentric, but still fabulous. I make it a point to never wear something twice. Which as you could image doesn't really work, but my closet -which is simple out of control- shows my efforts. I wear a wide variety of things and tend to get a bit eclectic at times. What I really like to do is make my own clothes, or dress up other people. Why? Because anyone I know & love becomes my doll. Just ask little Ms. Lexi. I swear some day when I make it big I'll start my own clothing line. Hey a girl can dream right? I like to think so. Anyway I'm not short I'm fun sized, my clothes are so better than yours, and yes my hair is pink get over it. <3 "SENIOR" Well if you actually read my little appearance ramble you could probably tell that I'm in your face and fairly blunt. However if you think about it in this world one must be blunt, after all "honesty is the best policy". Then again I'd be the first to admit that I do in deed lie quite often, how else does one get past the rents? I'm a dreamer and a half, I am high and do everything I can to achieve a goal. Some find me intimidating because of how forward and 'crazy' I can be. In my opinion people should learn how to differentiate a mental weakness/illness from someone who really just doesn't give a damn. Though I'm an optimist I'm also quite the cynic, but let's face it it's fun to pick out all the little faults. I think another crucial part in my essential make up and something that certainly effects my over all personality is the fact that I'm a manic depressive/bipolar. Maybe that's where people get that ridiculous 'crazy' assumption from, but hey bipolar & depression aren't one and the same with 'crazy'.
I'm quite adventurous and I'm always up for a challenge, or exploring, finding new things is simply invigorating, but starting trends is even more fun. I'm a rather ridiculously childish person, though far from naive, but I do have a serious side, one few see and most are impressed with. I'm a hard worker no matter what I do I tend to axel because I give it everything I have and never stop trying to improve. In my life time hard times is the understatement of the year so I've known since I can remember that no ones looking for an average Betty, but everyone wants something that out shines the rest. I am to be just that. Besides determination I am an oddly compassionate person, very caring of those who I trust and even love. I wont hesitate to stand up for what I believe in or for a loved one. In addition there is a rather darker side that few encounter because in my mind it's a weakness that I can not show.
It seems only reasonable that with a past such as mine and the manic diagnosis I do have a rather "sad" side. I could seem totally happy but really all I want to do is slit my throat and hope for everything to end. It's something I know makes those who care about me sad so I don't often let it surface or talk about it. Though some do mistake it for my emo side I like to think of it as my fucked up little mind. All I can do is keep taking the meads and hope like hell I wake up the next morning 'cause I sure as hell don't plan on dying in this little town... "HETEROSEXUAL
" I love to play dress up, hence why I change my hair a lot. I love playing with make up & messing around with clothes and making clothes. I love to shock people, love to do things unexpected because it's fun to see the look on people's faces. Fashion is a definite passion of mine and most tend to call me a trend setter something my friends and I tend to have in common. I'm also an artist I love to draw and some say I'm, good at it, though I personally don't think I am, but it's something I do for myself. I'm actually kind of shy about it really, about the only thing I am shy about. I also enjoy photography, it's crazy fun and it's one way to pass the time in this little ol' town. Music is a major passion of mine and I'm in a band of sorts, we don't really have a name yet but Lexie and I started in, she does back up vocals & plays piano while I sing lead. Occasionally I play guitar, but I'm not too great at it, just enough to think up basic cords for songs and such. I love to write too and have several huge books filled with songs and stories and poems, almost as many as I do sketch books... "
* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,
" I was born in Moscow, Russia the last of six children born to Arishika Marovae and her latest infatuation, an Irish musician by the name of Shane Jinxx. He was blue eyed with jet black hair and she was a 'stunna' with golden blond hair and crystal blues enough to knock a person out. I was the only girl and growing up in a house filled with testosterone a girl learns to hold her own. When I was a year we all moved to the Ukraine to live with my aunt Aloina, though that lasted a total of a year. Come three I was on the move with the fam again though this time we were headed to the UK to live with my father's father. See my father's father -I refuse to call him my grandfather- left my father and my grandmother back in Dublin when daddy was still in diapers. Perhaps ditching families run in the family cause my father was gone the day before my fourth birthday. My mother was left with six kids, several unsteady jobs and no family in the country.
That's where baboosh came in. Babushka is Russian for grandmother and since my mother is a native Russian I naturally was introduced to baboosh as babushka, though I simply call her baboosh. Baboosh had been living in the US for years and since that's where my father had supposedly gone my mother spent every penny she had ever saved. Along with all the money my grandmother and uncles could spare and go all of us to the US. Baboosh welcomed us with open arms and rejoiced over me, her only granddaughter out of eighteen grandchildren. There was no doubt I was baboosh's favorite, she spoiled me and if I must admit it does indeed show. New York was nice enough, but soon my brothers were all out of the house, my mother was a drunk, and my baboosh was slowly dying. Enter dear old dad once again.
My mother had always known where my father was, she just wanted him to come to her not the other way around. Well he never did and so when I was seven when I was sent to live with daddy. Honestly he had no clue what to do with me. His band had failed to make it big and at the age of thirty he had decided to give up, with no money he couldn't pay the rent and so we both ended up on the streets. It wasn't the best time in my life, scrounging for food, sleeping in shelters, the works. It wasn't long before the state took me and sent my dad to rehab to fix his habit. Mean while a foster family in little old Lillyton Maine took me in till my father was well again and back on his feet. At the age of thirteen I was back with my father, though this time I didn't have to move. Instead he found an apartment in Lillyton along with a job to sustain the both of them. I also had a part time job trying to help all I could.
Sophomore year I met my best friend, Lexie and to be honest we've been inseparable since. I haven't heard from my mother since baboosh died, nor have I heard from my uncles or cousin. As for my brothers I only hear from two of them, my oldest brother Miro & the youngest of my older brothers Luka. According to them my second oldest brother Pytr is in jail for assault and robbery, my brother Dmetrii went back to Russia a few years back, & my brother Jo is engaged to the mother of his three children and is still living in New York. Miro is happily married to a Polish girl and has three young kids with another on the way & Luka won a full scholarship to a college of his choosing. So here is my life no a days, I have eight nephew & two nieces I have never met, my father is back on drugs again, I can barely remember my mother's face, I haven't seen any of my family -excluding my father- since I was seven, & I'm a full time student, part time stripper at crash because someone has to pay the bills. It's a bit crazy, kind of depressing, but I'm making it through thanks to friends, music, & a hell of a lot of alcohol... "LOWCLASS
* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,
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The restless city; New York City, the place Crystabella called home, the only place she new she could live unnoticed, undetected, unsuspected. This was the city of crime, people died and went missing every day, so really what was another dead body in the eyes of good old NYC? A thud upon the ground signaled the finishing of yet another meal for the vampriss, yet another death at her hands. However the thirst still consumed her, she needed more, more fuel for that never ending fire that had claimed her all those years ago. With a thirsty like none other her tongue peered from behind extended fangs to lick away what ever stray droplets had sought refuge upon her lips. There was always one defining thing about Crysta's feeding technique there always seemed to be a signature of sorts, the scene so immaculate it was sickening. All that was left when she was finished was a corpse and two tiny puncture wounds. No single spec of blood left behind except for the final drop which lay inside the corpse itself, unwilling to come out and play.
In a savage nature, like that of a beast her head lifted to the sky, nostrils flared, and the air surrounding her was inhaled searching for the scent she so adored; the scent of blood coursing through veins. A scent so familiar, so strong that it made her sick to even think of. Crystabella-Lavina was desperate for more, desperate for more than her share of the metaphorical pie. However this time a weak, crazy homeless hobo would not do, no this time she needed something stronger, something...more. Eyes looked crazed and she inhaled again desperate to find what she so desperately wanted. Like the pull of a trigger her head whipped to the side in the direction of what she so craved. In lithe, fast movements Crystabella was standing in the shadow of the central park foot tunnel. Seemingly near glowing eyes watched as several boys messed with a young girl, the girl fighting back, clutching her purse and swinging as they neared her. Nostrils flared again to take in the scent of the humans and the blood which coursed through their veins.
Eyes and jar set and hardened as fury brewed within her, it was time to act. Faster than the mere mortals could conceive she was upon them. A demonic like hiss escaped her furiously in the direction of the young men, the thugs, who now stood before her as she took a defensive stance between them and the young girl. Teeth bared as she practically roared at them her stance and manner would have been enough to tell any other creature like her that this was hers. Scared witless the boys ran off and in turn Crysta turned to face the girl walking straight toward her. Hand clasped around the mortal's neck as Crystabella raised the being off the ground. Tears flooded the human's eyes as she pleaded and struggled. In one savage movement Crys inclined her head and punctured the girl's neck, drinking her near to the last drop.
When she finished Crysta eased the girl to the ground so that she was half sitting, lip, back against the wall. "You deserved better than this..." Crys whispered in the lifeless body's ear, a sob ripping through her chest as she crouched before the corpse that was her kill. There was only one last thing to do for the night, now that her thirst was satisfied the justice for the formerly assaulted girl. Rising and straightening Crystabella-Lavina stalked off in the direction the thugs had run, the single phrase "hell hath no fury like a woman scorn..." crossing her lips in a whisper as she set out to take care of unfinished business for the dead...[/quote][/blockquote]
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Audrey Kitching
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