COLLIER, Draya Rebel [done]

[draya rebel collier]

* DRAYA REBEL COLLIER ,

wasting away (seventeen) summers in the sun.
when the lights go off, watch the way i take the stage by storm.
(Ray ), i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.

* MAKE I T COUNT ,

hairspray asphixiation;;
My hair, my hair, my hair. Well, when I was born my hair was bleach blonde but as the years passed, it darkened so now it's a dirty blonde color. Actually, it's a little light for dirty blonde. Anyhow, it's darker at the top and as your eye travels down the color gradually gets lighter. It falls wildly to about two inches below my bust line. I've got these amazingly crazy bangs that swoop across my forehead, and usually covers it completely. Most of the time my bangs cover most of my left eye as well. I know, there isn't anything really original about this hairstyle. However I, having the need to be original, have a small buzzed patch on the right side of my head directly above my ear. It is quite a statement if I do say so myself. It's a nice contrast to the completely pin straight, volumeless hair I've been cursed blessed with.

feign that smile;;
My face is oval shaped and everything seems to be proportioned just right. At least, I think so. My skin is fair and to contrast quite nicely, I have naturally rosey cheeks and my lips are a pale shade of pink. Occasionally they become a darker shade of pink from the constant nervous nibbling I do. Of course, the silver lip ring that my lips show off doesn't really help when I decide to go into a nervous nibbling fiasco. Along with my lip ring, my nose is pierced on the right side with a thin silver ring. My nose itself is pretty straight with no cute little upturn. Now to my favorite part, my eyes. They are almond shaped and extremely wide. My eye color is a blueish, gray, green. It changes with the lighting. If I am indoors, the color is blue gray, if I am outdoors the color is green gray. Regardless, I always adorn my eyes in a sea of green, black, or blue eyeliner and a sparkly eyeshadow.

body like an hourglass;;
I am thin, not skinny because you can not see my ribs. I think that is so gross. Anyway, I have curves, they're not hugely prominent, but they are there. My arms and legs and thin to match my waist and my bust is perfectly proportional to the rest of me. Or at least, I think it is. I weigh 119lbs and I reach a height of 5'4. I am exactly one pound underweight for my height, which my doctor says is absolutely fine and I think it's hilarious. On my skin, I have two tattoos. One is on the back of my neck, two rainbow koi fish swimming in a circle together. The other tattoo is on my left hip bone, it is a faerie sitting on a crescent moon with her dainty hand extended towards where the moon's heart would be. Stars surround the simple scene.

JUNIOR

rebellious;;
Ah, who ever told her to follow the rules would be so dissapointed. Ray marches to the beat of her own drum and if she wants to do something, no law or rule is going to get in her way. In fact, she strives to break the laws. Some of her friends used to joke and say that she was the reason the saying 'rules are made to break' was created. She's constantly trying to bring the legal system down. Well, any big overbearing system really. She'll do anything from holding a boycott, to basejumping off the nearest building, to cursing the judge out at her DUI case. She doesn't care what happens to her now. She lives for the adrenaline that her rebellious natures gives her and there's no way in hell that she's ever going to go straight edge and lose it.

sexual;;
It all started with her first experiance in eighth grade with Mr. Walter. Ever since then, she just can't stop. She's been the girl everyone talks about since then because she's easily labeled as that one sex addict. She could care less though. As long as she gets what she wants, she's satisfied. Draya is constantly getting more creative with her sex. She's been whipped, hand cuffed, and tried almost ever position out there. If you're looking for an experianced partner, you've found her. Lately though, she's been branching out from just men. Women have been peeking her interest and threesomes seem close in her future.

free spirited;;
No one can hold this girl down, she's just to floaty. Ray loves to meet people, to be with people, and just to have fun. She has no regrets and she never hesitates to do anything that could give her the time of her life. Life is a journey and she intends to walk down ever pathway with nothing holding her back. She has absolutely no intention of wasting a single breath. Life is just to short.

party girl;;
This aspect of her person goes hand in hand with the fact that she is free spirted and that she craves sexual attention. If there's a party, Ray will be there. No matter how calm and quiet or loud and wild it is. She knows how to heat up the club just the right way and she's always the last to walk in and the last one to walk out. Well, she usually walks out with someone else and completely wasted. Draya is undeniably the life of the party everytime and she knows what she's doing on the dance floor. Even though she doesn't compete with other girls, there really isn't a competition when Draya's on the floor. Sorry baby.

immature;;
Draya never exactly got the memo that eventually, you are supposed to grow up. She plays everything off as a game and she thinks that everyone is always up to play. Too bad this isn't even close to how the world maps out. However, this way of thinking has shielded her from many of the harsh realities of the world. It may not be ideal to act this way, but it works for Ray. She gets to act like she's four, shirk responsibilities for a day, and it usually gets her out of serious relationships. Immaturity is the easiest reason to leave someone after the sex.

pensive;;
When the lights go out and the music stops, Ray is left alone to think. This is exactly what she does. While most people would never guess it, this little rebel is actually extremely deep. She contemplates everything in her life over and over but never gets an answer. The one question that seems to plague her is 'Where am I going in life?' She's written songs, poems, lines about it but she'd never been able to come up with a definitive answer.

emotionally reserved;;
While Draya puts her thoughts and her lusty feelings out there with no problems, she has issues with letting the other ones show. Being for some reason extremely open to others emotions, she has come to fear them. She can never turn off the fact that she acts like a magnet for peoples' emotions. She does not need her own messing her up further. So, with that said, she keeps her emotions her best kept secret.

stone cold bitch;;
With every rebel comes a bitch. Ray isn't one to take small insults lightly. You know how in ancient mesoamerica around the 1300's everyone was afraid to piss of the Aztecs because they were major into human sacrifice? Well Draya is basically the Aztecs. No, she's not into human sacrifice but she will wish you could crawl under a rock and rot. It doesn't matter if you screamed at her and said the rudest thing possible or if you simply said she was stupid for smoking, if you managed to rub her the wrong way, your ass is hers. Most of the time if you anger her once, that's it. Ray is not one for second chances, petty arguments, or long, unnecessary apologies. You inconvienced her with anger, you're done, she no longer knows you, end of story.

BI-CURIOUS

So when it comes to what I like love, there tends to be a lot on the list. To begin, let's start with my insane love of music. I'm a rock and country junkie. Some of the bands I listen to daily are the Ramones, Guns n' Roses, Green Day, Saving Abel, Cash Cash, Theory of a Deadman, and of course the list is endless. Besides music, I'm totally and completely into black and white films, photography, nature, snakes, 20's pinup girls, and Hello Kitty. My addictions include Retro and vintage clothing, Sex, drinking, drugs, reading, and cigarettes. Some of my talents that I consider addictions are writing, Singing, Tongue twisters, playing guitar, and Riddles. I will never allow myself to lose the appreciation for thunder storms, the way it smells after it rains, the way everything gets brighter right before and right after it rains. Then of course, everything else just falls into that hodgepodge category. The hodgepodge category includes jewelry, Sharpies, Bright colors, Games, Parties, Dancing on tables ,Bartending ,Kitty Cats ,Veggie burgers, Tofu ,Cheez-its, Spotlight, Betty Boop, skelanimals and Cupcakes.

* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,

With a father’s broken hand and a mother’s scream, Draya Rebel Collier was born into the world. She was born in the month of October during the season of fall in Manhattan, New York. It was a time of change, and a time of death. Both of these elements would twist their way into Draya’s life time and time again.

Both of Ray’s parents were well endowed and making their fair share of money in the medical field. Annabelle was a brain surgeon and Raymond was an open heart surgeon. They were the best in their fields and were constantly on call. Annabelle was so obsessed with her work that she only took a month for maternity leave once Draya was born. She hired additional help at this point, a nanny by the name of Luisa.

Luisa was young, barely twenty when the Collier's hired her but she knew what she was doing. She moved in with them and took care of Draya like she was her own. Luisa quickly took the place of a mother in Draya's life since her natural one was never around. Ray’s first steps were in Luisa’s care, as were her first words, and the first book she ever read was on a Monday whilst she sat in her nanny’s lap. The two grew a bond that Annabelle could never touch, could never replicate no matter how hard she tried. However, she never tried. She just kept working as did her husband.

At age five, when Ray began kindergarten, Annabelle and Raymond came home to wish their daughter off. They for some reason or other, wished to be in their daughter’s presence when she walked from the car to her classroom. However, their act did not fool Draya, even at such a young age. She revolted at the idea of her parents taking her and began to act wildly. She threw things and broke her mother’s fine china. Anything she could get her hands on quickly became shattered across the floor. It was not until Luisa walked into the room that she began to cry. Ray sprinted to her nanny and clung to her legs, weeping into her skirt. This obvious preference to Luisa made Annabelle’s mind spiral into perpetual hatred for this girl she had hired and in that moment, Annabelle was Draya’s mother. She stomped over to Luisa, slapped her across the face and snatched her daughter away from her in her angry rage. Catching on, Raymond opened the door for his wife when she practically threw Luisa out of their house. A simple 'you're fired' seemed too conventional at this point. Only a dream to Ray who had just lost her everything.

Crushed and heartbroken, Draya spoke as little as possible to her parents and spent her time locked up in her room or at school reading the books Luisa had left her. She dreamt about the day she would leave her parents. About how they would be horrified that she was gone and she could never feel happy until she was across the country.

It was two years later, a week before she was to turn eight that death reared its head in her life. Draya was awakened by a single gunshot in the middle of the night. She rushed to her parents' room where the sound had come from. She was greeted by her mother's blank and emotionless face. The gun was on the floor beside her and the blood splatter was everywhere. Ray looked at her mother and felt not sorrow or remorse, but anger and hatred. The hole in the back of her skull was not enough for her. She needed more satisfaction than this. She snatched the gun from the floor and shot her mother threw the heart. Not until that second was Draya even with her mother. A heart for a heart.

Her eighth birthday was spent on a plane to Atlanta, Georgia where she would attend boarding school for the next five years. Her father needed to get rid of his daughter because she had made his wife's death more final. He, unlike Ray, was mouring for Annabelle.

Once at the school Draya made little effort to gain social contacts. She saw no need to be associated with a school full of stuck up rich kid brats. However, a few with the same ideals as her soon made up her group of 'friends'. Ray was their ring leader and they were her support group. It was not long before the five were known to everyone as the trouble makers of the school.

However, it was not until eighth grade that Draya's shenanigans would trip her into expulsion from the academy. She was thirteen and already had a knockout body. She had developed an interest in her science teacher, Mr. Walter. She spent extra time in his class and made sure to roll her plaid uniform skirt up higher before she entered his classroom. She quickly flirted her way into his sexual desire. What she did not know until later, was that he had been watching her since the moment she walked into his classroom. He was obsessed with her so when they had intercourse one day after school on top of his desk, it was his fulfilment just as much as it was hers. That day was the day that three things happened. Draya lost her virginity, she became known as easy, and she became addicted to sex.

At the court case, Mr. Walter pleaded guilty and found himself in jail. Before the case even began, the school fired him and his wife divorced him. Before any of that, Ray was expelled from the school and went back to Manhattan, New York. When she arrived, she learned that her father had remarried to a woman named Corei Maple. She was kind and loving. The type of mother Draya had always wanted and she brought with her a sixteen year old son named Shadern. The two quickly became inseperable. Until Draya met Shadern's friend Joey two years later. She fell head over heels for Joey at age fifteen. Technically speaking, they two were illegal but that had never stopped Adeyline from doing anything before. Two months into their relationship, which was based almost solely on sex, Joey decided he wanted to run away with her and get married. Ray showed no objection so the two set off on a drive to Las Vegas, Nevada. The only one that knew was the only person Draya trusted, Shadern. He was to meet them there a day later.

On their wedding night, Joey decided to try something a little different. He wanted to instill fear in his wife before he took her, however, he got too carried away. He sliced her chest open down the length of her sternum. Luckily, Shadern arrived early for celebration and was able to save his sister's life.

Joey ended his marriage night in jail and the rest of his life there as well. A few months after being behind bars the gay men of the prison had taken a liking to him and gang raped, then killed him. When Draya found out, she simply sneered and continued to sip her morning coffee. He was no longer anything to her.

Over the next year, Draya had decided to get back into her schoolwork. Well, enough to where she was able to attend a decent school in Las Vegas. Whilst she attended her sophomore year at the public highschool, Draya developed a profound talent and interest in photography and film. Naturally, Shadern saw his step-sister's new interest in school as the perfect opportunity to get her out of the temptations of Las Vegas. He made her fill out applications for countless scholarships and when an acceptance letter came back from Maine, Shadern leapt on top of the offer. He nearly forced Ray to come here, although she really wasn't that opposed. New school, new year, new people, what could go wrong?

POOR

* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,

Chelsea
Her fingers began tapping restlessly on the bar top. Viper was not a patient being, although you would think she would be once you knew she was an empath. Always knowing people's emotions should have molded her into a patient person famous for her powers at consoling people. Quite the opposite happened actually. She was transformed into an inpatient party girl who hated feeling what other people felt. Honestly, it had made her fear emotions, her and others.

Her free hand slithered into her purse and fumbled over the tequila flask. It only made her want her drink more so that she could jumpstart the drunken dancing. She sighed and rolled her eyes. The bartender was attractive, no doubt but he was no smarter than the alcohol he was pouring. For the past few minutes Viper had been surfing through his thoughts and found herself actually repulsed. How could anyone's mind be that vacant? Was it even possible for sound to echo in his skull the way it did? Well, the second one was indeed false but the first was revolting because it was so true.

He finally walked over to her with a large glass in hand and smiled down at her where she was hunched over the bar. "Here's your margarita baby." He said at an attempt to be hott or something. All Viper could manange was a laugh. It had taken him about fifteen minutes to come up with that one pitiful line. Was he expecting her to swoon over him now because he called her baby? Fat chance. More like she would be sneaking behind the bar to get her own drinks for the rest of the night, or maybe she'd just get someone else to get them for her. No. Sneaking behind the bar was too much fun considering she was more efficient than any bartender who worked or would ever work here.

Viper nodded to him and took the flask from her purse and unscrewed it. She poured the yellow tinted liquid into her margarita and swished the alcoholic concoction around. "Bottom's up." She mumbled as she took the first swig of her drink. No doubt this would only be the first of about four, perhaps more. It depended on how drunk she felt like becoming.

The aire in the club was electrifying as she stood there by the bar. Her thoughts and emotions raced as everyone in the club seemed to fall into a crazy, wild, seductive mood at once. Most everyone was thinking about one of two things, sex or how drunk they thought they were. Funny how by just telling people they were drinking alcohol made them act drunk. Viper laughed at this as she took another swig of her margarita.

Suddenly, as though the breath had been knocked out of her, Viper felt almost overwhelmed when more shadows walked into the club. They were impossible to see distinctly from where she was standing, but she knew one of the people who had walked in. His thoughts plagued her mind as did his emotions when he rushed in. There was something about Izzy that always pushed everyone elses thoughts and emotions from her. His being always dominated. She shivered at the thought that someone could even have that power over her and took a large gulp of her drink. She truly needed it.

Pushing back Izzy's thoughts and emotions, out of curtisy, she danced her way over to him, leaving her drink on the bar. A smile crept onto her face as her body moved with the beat of the music. She honestly hoped he would be at least somewhat surprised to see her. Surprises thrilled her.

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Juliet Simms

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