Post by adriana on Dec 30, 2007 16:41:11 GMT -5
unfinished.
The years have not been kind to Adriana. From her wretched childhood into her crumbling teen years, everything has fallen apart. Harbored in her silver eyes, Adri stores her hidden anguish, released often late at night after some Zinfandel and a little Ketamine. Love has not shown any mercy at all, either. With every lover, her heart seems to weaken. She has no one to blame but herself. Therefore, her hidden torture is expressed through a figurative noose around her neck, tied with one hell of a knot. As far as Adriana is concerned, there is no way out of her misery, but there are ways to mute it. Exhibit A, Ketamine and alcohol. Even with this supporting her, Adriana broods quietly in thought. Conversations with her are short lived, because she can’t seem to go a minute without thinking of how badly she’s fucked up her life.
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Adriana constantly feels pressure from every side. She has people wanting her to be perfect, people wanting her to be imperfect; people who want her to forget, people who want her to remember; people who love her, people who love to hate her. It’s a tangled situation and often results in extremely stressful conditions in which Adri feels the need to drink excessively. Actually, she seems to favor Ketamine over alcohol, but the fact that it’s a date-rape drug still seems to make her wary of its potential. Though seemingly suicidal, Adri is quite afraid of death. In any case, Adriana takes on more stress than she should have to. She is constantly criticizing herself, her actions and thoughts, while dealing with other problems that arise.
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Despite her dreary outlook on life, Adriana is quite the bold little thing. It’s amazing how much attitude can be stomached in such a tiny body. Adri is not afraid to speak her mind, and if you talk to her, you’ll understand. More than often she’ll mouth off to people, never bothering to think before she acts. Or speaks, for that matter. Parties, preferably raves, are usually where you’ll find Adri. Her motto? “Party harder.” The phrase speaks for itself. Adriana is a brazen party girl. While some of the time she’ll be lost in her head, Adri does love to be loud and spontaneous. Really, around her, you never really know what to expect. Don’t be surprised if she breaks out into random singing or dancing, or jumps onto your back for a piggy-back ride. It’s just her way of having fun.
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Adriana may come off as a depressed sort of person, but when among people she loves, there’s nothing she loves more than to make people laugh. She also enjoys laughing, herself. Contrary to what most people probably think, Adri laughs, smiles and grins easily. But what makes her the happiest is when she can make other people happy. She has been told that she has a very sarcastic sense of humor; it can force a smile out of nearly anyone. Her bitterness is reflected in the wry and mocking attitude she approaches her friends with. It comes quickly and effortlessly to her, and she just blurts out whatever is on the top of her head. Usually it turns out a little bit funny. If not, she redeems herself through her screw ups and clumsiness. It’s like a reality show without the laugh track.
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Even having been hurt by so many people, Adriana finds herself a passionate person. When the moment strikes, she can be ravenous for love. She, like any other girl, wants to be wanted and cherished. Knowing there is a slim to none chance of this happening, Adri has resorted to the life of a, um, whore. Basically, she’ll take any hot guy, or girl, that she can get. Personality and depth is not important in this case. However, she has a problem of falling in love too fast. She gets easily attached, which seems to be a bad habit of hers. But when she’s with ‘that person,’ then everything stops, except her heart. On the one hand, Adri sees love a disgusting emotion in which she tries to avoid, but on the other it’s a desirable feeling that she longs to have again. With love clearly out of the question, Adriana likes to have no-strings relationships. In other words, relationships based on sex appeal. Physical attraction is crucial to her, considering that it gives her that fake, loved sort of feeling. If ever there were a more broken hearted, love fucked screw up.
History: Sixteen-year-old Viola von Laure wasn’t prepared for a pink plus sign to show up on her pregnancy test. Especially not seven times. Crouched on her bathroom floor, Viola panicked, tossing pregnancy test after pregnancy test against the wall. Her cheeks glistened with tears, and she sobbed into her hands so that her mother wouldn’t hear. She had only had sex with Bart three times, but what in the hell made this happen? “This can’t be happening,” she murmured to herself over and over again. But reality showed no mercy; her eyes kept sliding over to the corner in her bathroom where a multitude of pregnancy tests lay. Each one grinned cheekily at her with that damned little plus sign. Viola shrieked, slamming her head against the wall. When her mother opened the door, everything suddenly shattered.
The worst nine months of Viola’s life passed slowly, painfully. She dropped out of high school once she started to show, and was sent to live with her wealthy aunt in Manhattan until she had the baby. Bart followed willingly, keeping a close eye on his lover as her stomach grew and grew. Viola was stricken with fear every waking moment, so he didn’t let on how truly afraid he was, as well. They spent quiet nights in Viola’s backyard, where her aunt couldn’t see or hear them. They hardly spoke, which was beginning to worry Viola. But one particular night, when Viola’s aunt was out of town, she and Bart relaxed silently in the warm living room. Their speechlessness was overwhelming. The frightened look in Bart’s eyes intimidated Viola. as he going to leave her? She didn’t say anything, though. She didn’t want to put him on the spot. But the stressful thought was making her head ache. Not to mention her stomach, her lower abdomen… Suddenly, she gave an involuntary gasp for air, and cried out in pain. The labor was afoot.
Bart took Viola to the hospital, but seemed to disappear shortly after. As Viola was rushed to the delivery room, she could hear the comments of bystanders. ‘She’s so young!’ ‘Oh my god, how old is she?’ ‘What a stupid girl.’ ‘Ever heard of protection?’ Viola sobbed all the way through her delivery. The pain wasn’t as bothersome as the fact that she was alone—really, really, alone—considering her family generally wanted nothing to do with her. However, a new family was suddenly born from the ashes of her old one as a nurse carried a bundle wrapped in pink to the panting teenager. Viola was disgusted with what wailed in her arms; a daughter. Her daughter. Bart’s daughter. It was absolutely repulsive! When the nurse recommended that Viola feed the baby, Viola handed it back to the nurse without hesitation and spat, “No, thank you.” Viola was quarantined in the hospital for six days, due to her reluctance with the baby, who still remained nameless. When Viola’s aunt returned from her trip, she visited her niece at the hospital. At once, the aunt became furious with Viola for her immaturity. She was nearly foaming at the mouth when Viola refused to even look at her baby.
Viola’s aunt eventually got through to her. When left alone in a room together, Viola was able to mumble quietly to her daughter, who listened openly without any protest. She pretended like she wasn’t falling in love with her beautiful baby, but in all honesty, it was fact. Eventually, Viola named her child Adriana. She was allowed home once it was positive that Viola wouldn’t neglect her baby. Her aunt was very helpful, and even her mother drove out from Albany to see her new granddaughter. Viola was suddenly showered with love, but Bart was still nowhere to be found. Although her heart ached for him, she couldn’t be sad. She had a job to do, now, Adri needed her. Of course, Viola’s curiosity got the best of her. When the house was quiet, and Adri, her mother and her aunt were all asleep, Viola slipped out with the keys to her aunt’s car. It wouldn’t hurt to do a little driving around, would it? Oh, it certainly would. At 2am, Viola’s aunt awoke to the sounds of Adri crying, and with Viola nowhere to be found. Before she could panic, the police arrived with tear-jerking news. A drunk driver had crashed into Viola’s car, sending it down into a ditch and leaving her breathless—for good. So, Adri was left in the capable hands of her aunt and her grandmother.
On Adriana’s fourth birthday, a familiar face surfaced. Amid the party hats and balloons, Viola’s mother recognized something she never thought she would have to see again: Bart Carter. He sauntered up, teary-eyed, looking more sober than ever. “I want to see her,” He whispered. Viola’s mother immediately asked him to leave, until a bubbly little girl suddenly pounced on her grandmother’s leg. “Who’s he?” She asked. Without another word, Bart picked up his daughter, smiling. “I’m your daddy,” he explained slowly, his words a little shaky. “Grammie said I don’t have a daddy.” Adri replied proudly. Bart threw Viola’s mother a menacing glare, offended that he had gone unknown throughout his daughter’s life. In the time it takes to blink, Bart suddenly dashed off with Adri in his arms. A flustered, panicking and crying crowd tried to get her back, but their efforts were fruitless.
Bart raised Adri on the generous salary of a drug dealer. He meant well, but his tactics were a little out of practice. Adriana often went hungry, or she was left home alone with all the doors unlocked. Nonetheless, Bart kept her safe and sound, delivering all the proper affection she deserved. After all, Adri was his daughter, and his only memoir of Viola that he had left. He didn’t even know her name at first, but over time Adri grew to love him. As the years progressed, Adriana suffered multiple breakdowns, though. At age thirteen, she discovered drugs hidden in her house. Crystal meth was the first that caught her eye. It smelled rancid, but somehow gave her butterflies. Desperate for some shred of happiness, Adri stashed the meth in her room for a rainy day. Well, that rainy day came along quicker than anticipated. Adriana’s virginity was thrown out the window one night, when a boy named Kaleb crashed at her house. There was meth, vodka, and a couple of horny teens. What more did they need?
Adriana ditched the meth shortly afterward, instead intrigued by a new drug that her latest lover had discovered: ketamine. He called it “Vitamin K” or “Special K.” Either way, it was a date rape drug that just made her feel absolutely wonderful. It was a lot like heroine; she injected it into her skin and within seconds, she was high as a kite. However, it was deadly, and made her do terrible things. She snuck out often, which wasn’t a problem considering her father was hardly ever there. Her group of rebel friends, along with herself, would shoplift as a casual thing after they did a little weed smoking. Or they would all just end up making out in an alley, girls and boys alike. At age sixteen, Adri finally fell in love. His name was Carson, and even though he was a total slut, so was she. Carson had just broken up with a boy, and Adri took advantage of his vulnerability and turned it into lust, love, even. Carson and Adriana seemed very much in love, actually, to the point where they were literally inseparable. But, all good things come to an abrupt end with Adri, and this time was no different. Carson started to cheat on her with her best guy friend. She had never really had her heart broken before, considering her no-strings nature, but Carson did some damage. Strangely enough, she found comfort in a girl that she hardly ever spoke with named Karleigh. They grew close, though, and usually talked for hours at a time, Adri always leaving her side with a smile. And then that aching, dreadful feeling; she was in love again.
Bi-curious, she called it. She wasn’t necessarily as in love with Karleigh as she was with Carson, but all the same it took her heart by surprise. Karleigh, however, was straight. Unknowingly, Adri confessed her feelings to Karleigh, who seemed to be caught off guard. They never spoke again, and Adriana was left heartbroken again. By age eighteen, Adri was a full-blown screw up. Nothing about her seemed to stay afloat, whether it was her self-esteem, her constant substance abuse or the fact that her heart couldn't seem to stay together for more than a day. She moved out of Bart's house as soon as she could afford it, becoming sick of all the whores he was bringing home. Once settled in a small apartment, Adri was suddenly staring at a bone-dry bank account.
There was no way for the rebellious teen to possibly get a job. In the downtown streets of New York, the only ways to make money were to deal drugs or become a working girl. Eventually, that was what she had to do. Adri aspired in a career of stripping shortly after her nineteenth birthday. The cash flow was more than satisfactory, but with every middle-aged guy that towed her into his car, her self-respect dwindled at a dangerous rate. Gradually, she started to break down inside. Ketamine came back with a vengeance, putting Adri at her worst in years. Thankfully, several of her similarly-situated friends came to her aid. Unfortunately, one of them happened to be her potential love interest, Airen. Airen and Adri were on-and-off lovers; only fuck buddies, really. Dozens of pregnancy scares put out their bedroom desires, but they seemed to grow even closer over the months. Emotions ran high when Airen told Adriana that he loved her. When she didn't respond, Airen left without a word. He never returned Adri's calls, texts or anything. When she went to his house to apologize, she walked in on Airen and, who else but Carson.
A bottle of vodka and a syringe filled with heroin later, Adri had pocketed a ticket to get out of this hellhole. Boarding the plane with the least amount of confidence and healthiness as possible, Adriana was suddenly thirty-thousand feet above ground. Destination: where the sun never shone. Seattle, Washington.
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Hello! My name is Kasey. !
I am fifteen, going on sixteen.
I have been roleplaying for two years, I think? , and here is a sample post of mine.
Sample: from another rpg.Dollface. Hm. That was a new one. “Dollface; I like that.” He grinned at the pet name. Alex felt his spine arch involuntarily when Micah bit at his left piercing. He was forced closer into Micah, if he still wanted his lip. He had no problem with getting closer, though. Alex was now bracing himself in a push-up position, with hands on either side of Micah holding him up. His weak body shook with fatigue, but Alex didn’t want to leave the boy’s lips. They were so warm, soft and inviting. He was torturing himself by only kissing the very edges of Micah’s lips in a sensual peck, but knowing that it was torturing Micah as well, he could only smile.“Hmm.. Well, they’re seeing more action than they have in ages, yeah?”
Alex’s bright teeth winked out teasingly from behind his luscious lips as they puckered into a sexy, pouting smirk. Micah’s vague and mysterious expression left him speechless for a while. Amazing, He thought to himself. “They haven’t seen anything yet.” Micah’s willpower was only so strong, and within minutes he gave into Alex’s tempting kisses. He felt himself being yanked down, Micah’s warm fingers lingering on his neck. Micah pulled the boy into a deep and tender kiss, hydrating all of Alex’s desires that had developed when they broke apart. Alex’s hands suddenly slithered up Micah’s face, and he intertwined his fingers in Micah’s soft and wonderful hair. He could smell it from here; it was divine.
Alex pulled his lips from Micah’s, turning his cheek away slightly. He breathed heavily onto the other boy’s skin, watching it flush briefly with delight. Tantalized, Alex touched his mouth to Micah’s neck ever so gently. He had learned in a short amount of time that Micah found kinky kisses like this attractive. Driven, hungry, Alex tugged at Micah’s pale skin with his teeth, grunting into his neck. However, he was eager to make his way back up to Micah’s face. Planting little butterfly kisses up along the boy’s face, Alex reached his lips in no time. He was welcomed back by Micah’s teasing tongue, which would brush over his oh so temptingly. Alex shuddered, so much that it had to be noticeable to Micah. He grinned at the boy below him. One of his hands dropped from Micah’s hair (reluctantly) and slowly found its way under the boy’s clothing once more. His cool fingers crawled up his curves carefully, until he was able to spread out his palm on Micah’s warm chest. He licked Micah’s lips with his tongue, smiling fervently. “You’re all warm, babe.” Alex purred in a surly voice. He raised an eyebrow at Micah, lifting his face so that it was just out of his kissing reach, grinning deviously. Micah wasn't the only one with pet names.
short sample, i know. Xp
{ adriana von laure
Name: adriana von laure[/font]
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious
Social Standing: Adult
Physical Appearance:
eyes:
They say that eyes are the window to the soul. The proverb holds some truth, evident in Adriana’s eyes. Despite the pale silver color, darkness seems to lurk around the iris that is unexplainably a transparent sort of obscurity. Could it be that her fucked up past is locked away behind those large, soft grey eyes? True, they sparkle with every smile, but it’s easy to fake that. In all honesty, she’s never gotten over the stress, the angst and agony that followed her childhood. She’s kept it cached in the very backs of her mind, perhaps for a rainy day? However, whenever Adri throws a glance, it’s a little chilling. The thick, dark makeup surrounding her ghostly eyes brings out the almost zombie-like expression in them. Needless to say, it’s a little difficult to win a staring contest with her.
hair:
Adriana’s hair can be viewed in two different ways; a ratty, dark mess, or an extraordinary display of cosmetology. The color is naturally jet black, which contrasts beautifully with her pale skin. It’s cut very short and choppy about an inch or two above the shoulder, with hardly any length in the back. The layers threaded over her crown allow her to easily tease and backcomb with a lasting result. Additionally, Adri has furnished her hair with a black weave, stretching down to her waist. According to her outfit, usually Adri will clip in some neon colored highlight-extensions for that retro effect. Feeling that sidebangs are becoming old, Adriana has cut her bangs into a girlish, Dutch-like style above her eyes. To make it a little more modern layers and razors have been added to them. Adri takes great pride in her hair, and is actually quite obsessed with it. Every week a new color, whether it is bleach blonde or vivid teal seems to appear around her bangs. She likes to keep things interesting.
body:
Years and years of unwelcomed stress have taken their toll on Adri’s body many times in her life. Eating disorders have never been a problem, but often she would become so overwhelmed that eating just wasn’t an option. During her teenage years, Adriana’s weight dropped until she was lingering at a frightening ninety-two pounds. Over time, she has seemed to shake off her skeletal image and currently is at one-hundred-and-four pounds. Although she is dangerously thin, Adri’s long, beautiful curves fool many people. But the bones in the shoulders, her arms, and her face are becoming more and more distinguishable. Sometimes she’ll go days without a meal, but will never go hungry. Her unusually high metabolism doesn’t really help matters, either. Luckily, she doesn’t exercise, or else she might just disappear.
style:
The world “style” holds more meaning to Adriana than it would to most fashion designers. A day doesn’t go by where Adri isn’t constantly obsessing over her appearance, ripping through her closet to find the most flattering outfit. It doesn’t take long, though. She has an eye for fashion, and, according to many people, very good taste. Adri’s vogue slants to a retro sort of feel. Anything with loud, vivid colors and gaudy designs are her kind of thing. It doesn’t bother her when people gape at her wearing blue-checkered skinny jeans, because generally she can pull off any look. She likes to wear jeans a lot, usually skin-tight ones that hug the ankles. Sometimes, however, she’ll go for stonewashed ripped flares, or maybe an edgy, black straight leg. Band tee’s have never really been Adriana’s flavor, but sometimes she likes to go about town flaunting her favorite bands: Enter Shikari, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Cobra Starship, Fall Out Boy, etc. She tends to keep her tops simple, yet complex all in one. Bandeau tops are a favorite of hers, as are tank tops and graphic tees. In colder weather, Adri wears Eskimo-like hoodies with an unbelievable amount of fur lining. Footwear, on the other hand, is no challenge at all. Adriana’s favorite kind of shoe is a ballet flat, usually in a bright red, pink or yellow. Otherwise, high-top Converses will more often than not do the trick.
piercings and tattoos:
Piercings and tattoos are a necessary accessory for Adriana. Those god-awful teenage years resulted in thirteen piercings. A pair of snakebites lay embedded in her chin in the form of sterling spheres. The u-shaped septum retainer through her nose is her favorite; it reminds her of a bull. On occasion, the retainer can be hidden by flipping it up into her nose if needed. Four piercings rest on each of her ears, with the main one in the earlobe gauged at 10ga. The rest are a multitude of barbells and studs reaching into the cartilage of her ear. As for tattoos, well, Adri is a little tat-crazy. Her first tattoo lays on her tailbone, and is of a dark fairy, which represents perpetual heartbreak. The second is on her right bicep, reading in scratchy writing, “LOVE IS WASTED” She got that one after she and Carson broke up when he cheated on her. Just above her bikini line, Adri has a tattoo of bold writing, “whore.” The writing is decorated with complex Victorian design; this tat was achieved through a drunk night on the town with her friends Tyler and Kennedy. On the left side of her ribcage is a black rose, representing death and eternal breathlessness. Last but certainly not least, a small heart appeared to be sewn in is on her ankle, with the name ‘Kaleb’ curling around the outside of it. Tattoos and piercings might be trashy on other girls, but Adri has a way of pulling them off.
Personality:
agony:
The years have not been kind to Adriana. From her wretched childhood into her crumbling teen years, everything has fallen apart. Harbored in her silver eyes, Adri stores her hidden anguish, released often late at night after some Zinfandel and a little Ketamine. Love has not shown any mercy at all, either. With every lover, her heart seems to weaken. She has no one to blame but herself. Therefore, her hidden torture is expressed through a figurative noose around her neck, tied with one hell of a knot. As far as Adriana is concerned, there is no way out of her misery, but there are ways to mute it. Exhibit A, Ketamine and alcohol. Even with this supporting her, Adriana broods quietly in thought. Conversations with her are short lived, because she can’t seem to go a minute without thinking of how badly she’s fucked up her life.
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Adriana constantly feels pressure from every side. She has people wanting her to be perfect, people wanting her to be imperfect; people who want her to forget, people who want her to remember; people who love her, people who love to hate her. It’s a tangled situation and often results in extremely stressful conditions in which Adri feels the need to drink excessively. Actually, she seems to favor Ketamine over alcohol, but the fact that it’s a date-rape drug still seems to make her wary of its potential. Though seemingly suicidal, Adri is quite afraid of death. In any case, Adriana takes on more stress than she should have to. She is constantly criticizing herself, her actions and thoughts, while dealing with other problems that arise.
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Despite her dreary outlook on life, Adriana is quite the bold little thing. It’s amazing how much attitude can be stomached in such a tiny body. Adri is not afraid to speak her mind, and if you talk to her, you’ll understand. More than often she’ll mouth off to people, never bothering to think before she acts. Or speaks, for that matter. Parties, preferably raves, are usually where you’ll find Adri. Her motto? “Party harder.” The phrase speaks for itself. Adriana is a brazen party girl. While some of the time she’ll be lost in her head, Adri does love to be loud and spontaneous. Really, around her, you never really know what to expect. Don’t be surprised if she breaks out into random singing or dancing, or jumps onto your back for a piggy-back ride. It’s just her way of having fun.
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Adriana may come off as a depressed sort of person, but when among people she loves, there’s nothing she loves more than to make people laugh. She also enjoys laughing, herself. Contrary to what most people probably think, Adri laughs, smiles and grins easily. But what makes her the happiest is when she can make other people happy. She has been told that she has a very sarcastic sense of humor; it can force a smile out of nearly anyone. Her bitterness is reflected in the wry and mocking attitude she approaches her friends with. It comes quickly and effortlessly to her, and she just blurts out whatever is on the top of her head. Usually it turns out a little bit funny. If not, she redeems herself through her screw ups and clumsiness. It’s like a reality show without the laugh track.
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Even having been hurt by so many people, Adriana finds herself a passionate person. When the moment strikes, she can be ravenous for love. She, like any other girl, wants to be wanted and cherished. Knowing there is a slim to none chance of this happening, Adri has resorted to the life of a, um, whore. Basically, she’ll take any hot guy, or girl, that she can get. Personality and depth is not important in this case. However, she has a problem of falling in love too fast. She gets easily attached, which seems to be a bad habit of hers. But when she’s with ‘that person,’ then everything stops, except her heart. On the one hand, Adri sees love a disgusting emotion in which she tries to avoid, but on the other it’s a desirable feeling that she longs to have again. With love clearly out of the question, Adriana likes to have no-strings relationships. In other words, relationships based on sex appeal. Physical attraction is crucial to her, considering that it gives her that fake, loved sort of feeling. If ever there were a more broken hearted, love fucked screw up.
History: Sixteen-year-old Viola von Laure wasn’t prepared for a pink plus sign to show up on her pregnancy test. Especially not seven times. Crouched on her bathroom floor, Viola panicked, tossing pregnancy test after pregnancy test against the wall. Her cheeks glistened with tears, and she sobbed into her hands so that her mother wouldn’t hear. She had only had sex with Bart three times, but what in the hell made this happen? “This can’t be happening,” she murmured to herself over and over again. But reality showed no mercy; her eyes kept sliding over to the corner in her bathroom where a multitude of pregnancy tests lay. Each one grinned cheekily at her with that damned little plus sign. Viola shrieked, slamming her head against the wall. When her mother opened the door, everything suddenly shattered.
The worst nine months of Viola’s life passed slowly, painfully. She dropped out of high school once she started to show, and was sent to live with her wealthy aunt in Manhattan until she had the baby. Bart followed willingly, keeping a close eye on his lover as her stomach grew and grew. Viola was stricken with fear every waking moment, so he didn’t let on how truly afraid he was, as well. They spent quiet nights in Viola’s backyard, where her aunt couldn’t see or hear them. They hardly spoke, which was beginning to worry Viola. But one particular night, when Viola’s aunt was out of town, she and Bart relaxed silently in the warm living room. Their speechlessness was overwhelming. The frightened look in Bart’s eyes intimidated Viola. as he going to leave her? She didn’t say anything, though. She didn’t want to put him on the spot. But the stressful thought was making her head ache. Not to mention her stomach, her lower abdomen… Suddenly, she gave an involuntary gasp for air, and cried out in pain. The labor was afoot.
Bart took Viola to the hospital, but seemed to disappear shortly after. As Viola was rushed to the delivery room, she could hear the comments of bystanders. ‘She’s so young!’ ‘Oh my god, how old is she?’ ‘What a stupid girl.’ ‘Ever heard of protection?’ Viola sobbed all the way through her delivery. The pain wasn’t as bothersome as the fact that she was alone—really, really, alone—considering her family generally wanted nothing to do with her. However, a new family was suddenly born from the ashes of her old one as a nurse carried a bundle wrapped in pink to the panting teenager. Viola was disgusted with what wailed in her arms; a daughter. Her daughter. Bart’s daughter. It was absolutely repulsive! When the nurse recommended that Viola feed the baby, Viola handed it back to the nurse without hesitation and spat, “No, thank you.” Viola was quarantined in the hospital for six days, due to her reluctance with the baby, who still remained nameless. When Viola’s aunt returned from her trip, she visited her niece at the hospital. At once, the aunt became furious with Viola for her immaturity. She was nearly foaming at the mouth when Viola refused to even look at her baby.
Viola’s aunt eventually got through to her. When left alone in a room together, Viola was able to mumble quietly to her daughter, who listened openly without any protest. She pretended like she wasn’t falling in love with her beautiful baby, but in all honesty, it was fact. Eventually, Viola named her child Adriana. She was allowed home once it was positive that Viola wouldn’t neglect her baby. Her aunt was very helpful, and even her mother drove out from Albany to see her new granddaughter. Viola was suddenly showered with love, but Bart was still nowhere to be found. Although her heart ached for him, she couldn’t be sad. She had a job to do, now, Adri needed her. Of course, Viola’s curiosity got the best of her. When the house was quiet, and Adri, her mother and her aunt were all asleep, Viola slipped out with the keys to her aunt’s car. It wouldn’t hurt to do a little driving around, would it? Oh, it certainly would. At 2am, Viola’s aunt awoke to the sounds of Adri crying, and with Viola nowhere to be found. Before she could panic, the police arrived with tear-jerking news. A drunk driver had crashed into Viola’s car, sending it down into a ditch and leaving her breathless—for good. So, Adri was left in the capable hands of her aunt and her grandmother.
On Adriana’s fourth birthday, a familiar face surfaced. Amid the party hats and balloons, Viola’s mother recognized something she never thought she would have to see again: Bart Carter. He sauntered up, teary-eyed, looking more sober than ever. “I want to see her,” He whispered. Viola’s mother immediately asked him to leave, until a bubbly little girl suddenly pounced on her grandmother’s leg. “Who’s he?” She asked. Without another word, Bart picked up his daughter, smiling. “I’m your daddy,” he explained slowly, his words a little shaky. “Grammie said I don’t have a daddy.” Adri replied proudly. Bart threw Viola’s mother a menacing glare, offended that he had gone unknown throughout his daughter’s life. In the time it takes to blink, Bart suddenly dashed off with Adri in his arms. A flustered, panicking and crying crowd tried to get her back, but their efforts were fruitless.
Bart raised Adri on the generous salary of a drug dealer. He meant well, but his tactics were a little out of practice. Adriana often went hungry, or she was left home alone with all the doors unlocked. Nonetheless, Bart kept her safe and sound, delivering all the proper affection she deserved. After all, Adri was his daughter, and his only memoir of Viola that he had left. He didn’t even know her name at first, but over time Adri grew to love him. As the years progressed, Adriana suffered multiple breakdowns, though. At age thirteen, she discovered drugs hidden in her house. Crystal meth was the first that caught her eye. It smelled rancid, but somehow gave her butterflies. Desperate for some shred of happiness, Adri stashed the meth in her room for a rainy day. Well, that rainy day came along quicker than anticipated. Adriana’s virginity was thrown out the window one night, when a boy named Kaleb crashed at her house. There was meth, vodka, and a couple of horny teens. What more did they need?
Adriana ditched the meth shortly afterward, instead intrigued by a new drug that her latest lover had discovered: ketamine. He called it “Vitamin K” or “Special K.” Either way, it was a date rape drug that just made her feel absolutely wonderful. It was a lot like heroine; she injected it into her skin and within seconds, she was high as a kite. However, it was deadly, and made her do terrible things. She snuck out often, which wasn’t a problem considering her father was hardly ever there. Her group of rebel friends, along with herself, would shoplift as a casual thing after they did a little weed smoking. Or they would all just end up making out in an alley, girls and boys alike. At age sixteen, Adri finally fell in love. His name was Carson, and even though he was a total slut, so was she. Carson had just broken up with a boy, and Adri took advantage of his vulnerability and turned it into lust, love, even. Carson and Adriana seemed very much in love, actually, to the point where they were literally inseparable. But, all good things come to an abrupt end with Adri, and this time was no different. Carson started to cheat on her with her best guy friend. She had never really had her heart broken before, considering her no-strings nature, but Carson did some damage. Strangely enough, she found comfort in a girl that she hardly ever spoke with named Karleigh. They grew close, though, and usually talked for hours at a time, Adri always leaving her side with a smile. And then that aching, dreadful feeling; she was in love again.
Bi-curious, she called it. She wasn’t necessarily as in love with Karleigh as she was with Carson, but all the same it took her heart by surprise. Karleigh, however, was straight. Unknowingly, Adri confessed her feelings to Karleigh, who seemed to be caught off guard. They never spoke again, and Adriana was left heartbroken again. By age eighteen, Adri was a full-blown screw up. Nothing about her seemed to stay afloat, whether it was her self-esteem, her constant substance abuse or the fact that her heart couldn't seem to stay together for more than a day. She moved out of Bart's house as soon as she could afford it, becoming sick of all the whores he was bringing home. Once settled in a small apartment, Adri was suddenly staring at a bone-dry bank account.
There was no way for the rebellious teen to possibly get a job. In the downtown streets of New York, the only ways to make money were to deal drugs or become a working girl. Eventually, that was what she had to do. Adri aspired in a career of stripping shortly after her nineteenth birthday. The cash flow was more than satisfactory, but with every middle-aged guy that towed her into his car, her self-respect dwindled at a dangerous rate. Gradually, she started to break down inside. Ketamine came back with a vengeance, putting Adri at her worst in years. Thankfully, several of her similarly-situated friends came to her aid. Unfortunately, one of them happened to be her potential love interest, Airen. Airen and Adri were on-and-off lovers; only fuck buddies, really. Dozens of pregnancy scares put out their bedroom desires, but they seemed to grow even closer over the months. Emotions ran high when Airen told Adriana that he loved her. When she didn't respond, Airen left without a word. He never returned Adri's calls, texts or anything. When she went to his house to apologize, she walked in on Airen and, who else but Carson.
A bottle of vodka and a syringe filled with heroin later, Adri had pocketed a ticket to get out of this hellhole. Boarding the plane with the least amount of confidence and healthiness as possible, Adriana was suddenly thirty-thousand feet above ground. Destination: where the sun never shone. Seattle, Washington.
Family Details:
- Bart Carter - 36 - father - estranged
- Viola von Laure - 36 - mother - deceased
Other: n/a
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