Post by alice tatum black on Apr 10, 2009 21:01:59 GMT -7
`aliceTATUMblack*
i hate the ones who love to hate because they're just like me.
`welcome to the s u b u r b s *
YOUR NAME. harley
OTHER CHARACTERS. nope
RP EXPERIENCE.two years
`where the g r a s s is green *
FULL NAME. alice tatum black
NICKNAME(S). Alice, Al
AGE. sixteen
GENDER. female
ORIENTATION. strait
PLAY BY. diva atlanta
MEMBER GROUP. sophomore
APPEARANCE.
alice has dyed black hair that has a layer of blond over it. it is layered and sort of choppy. her skin is fair and has very little blemishes. she's one of those people whose bodies just deny puberty and don't get pimples. she is very thin, at only 96 pounds, though she is 4'11". that one inch makes her feel so... short. she was almost five foot! ALMOST! alice doesn't have very many curves. her chest is rather flat, as is her stomach, which curves in a tad. her thighs don't touch- with almost seven inches in between her legs. some would venture to say she's anorexic, but she's just sick.
`where days become n i g h t s *
PERSONALITY.
alice is sort of bipolar. she has a mental illness- she is schizophrenic. ever heard of alice in wonderland? well, that's alice black. she literally sees people who are her imaginary friends. all she has to do is 'go down the rabbit hole.' she can be really happy with her mad hatter friend or she can be really paranoid thinking that the queen of hearts is after her!
all her imaginary friends are associated with her real life friends. each friend from wonderland mirrors a friend from suburbia, just you know... different. she's hardly ever mean and bossy. she's more likely to be loud and outgoing. when kids pick on her for 'talking to herself' she just shrugs it off and laughs at herself. one day, they'll see her wonderland. she'll make sure of that.
LIKES. her wonderland, the mad hatter, tea, rabbit holes, pot.
DISLIKES. the queen of hearts, reality, shots, and alcohol.
FEARS. the queen of hearts, her parents, the asylum.
`and nights become d r e a m s *
FAMILY. father - jackson black - 45 - business man
mother - tatum black - 32 - whore
FRIENDS.
the mad hatter - 16 - wonderland
the white rabbit - 16 - wonderland
izzy - deceased - wonderland
tia - 19 - suburbia
*hopefully she'll make more!
HISTORY.
on october 31, a baby girl was born in sacramento, california. she was a beautiful baby with whisps of red hair on her head. she looked just like her sixteen year old mum. tatum and jackson were so proud to call themselves the parents of the little angel. then, when that angel turned seven they realized their 'angel' was different... in a bad way.
alice would talk to herself in their garden. or so, they thought she was talking to herself. she was actually talking to her best friend, a little boy she named the mad hatter. her parents first ignored it, but as time went on and the constant paranoid freak outs and the tantrums and the times she spent locked in her closet screaming at the top of her lungs that 'they were out to get her' and 'they're here', they feared their was something seriously wrong with their daughter.
they sent her to the pros. the doctors said she had schizophrenia. and things spiraled downwards from there. jackson soon spent nights at bars, drinking away his worries. tatum maxed out half their credit cards in a shopping frenzy. and alice was locked up in an asylum after breaking her window and cutting the skin around her neck with the shards. she was convinced that she was demented or posessed! after three years in that asylum, she was let out at the tender age of fifteen. she's lived a normal life. or... normal-ish life. the tantrums have died down to a minute amount and she hasn't harmed herself or anyone else. hopefully, she'll grown out of the schizophrenic period... if that's possible.
`where everything ain't what it s e e m s *
SAMPLE POST. (don't show off. recycle an old post or something.)Babies cried in the distance. There were Spanish people shouting at each other down the hallway. A lone girl sat on her bed, banging her head against her knees. Tears streamed down her face and a bruise was starting to form on her forehead. The stress was finally getting to her. As the voices continued and her migraine worsened, Lucky stood up and ran out of the building.
Her bare-feet began to hurt as she ran down the cold sidewalk in her pajamas, her jacket flapping in the wind. And old worn-out song began to reel its way into her mind. She began to hum along as she ran further into the night. This certainly wasn't the safest road to run down in the middle of the night. But nobody messed with the 'Snow Girl.'
As she tried to hop over pebbles on the street, one lodged itself into her foot. Crying out she hopped into a store. Lucky pried the rock out of her foot wincing as bright red blood oozed out. She leaned against the counter in the store. Looking over to the cashier she asked, "May I please have a band-aid?" The lady looked at her huffed and pulled out a small red box labeled 'First Aid.' Handing over the tiny bandage, she gave Lucky a strange look.
Feeling guilty for no particular reason, she sat on the dirty floor and put the band-aid on. Smoothing the edges she thought about her mother used to kiss her 'bobos.' She'd never thought about her family since her father died. Was her mum okay? Her brother? She shook her head and banged her head against the wall. Ugh...
Laughter rang from her mouth as something cold and sharp slapped her across the face. Her family never needed her. If they had needed her wouldn't they have come and find her? Lucky's father had once told her that she was his life and his world. Her mother had once told her that she could be whatever she wanted in life as long as she never let anything bother her. Yeah... well, that all changed. Reality is bitch and it never gets better.
Lucky knew she had to move on. Standing up, she limped out of the store. She calmly began to walk again, thoughts swirling around her head. Her mid-term paper that was due next week, her boss freaking out that she hadn't cleaned the new uniforms, her body rejecting all the food Lucky forced into it. What was going on? She needed the feel of arms around her. Not fatherly ones, but romantic ones. Ones that could kiss her and tell her everything was alright.
One quarter of the heart belongs to the father, and one to the mother. Another quarter is filled up with friends, and the last one.... the sweetest, bitterest, most complicated quarter is reserved for the man that you will have and hold and cherish. Right now, there hadn't ever been a man who could fill that. Many had tried, but none had accomplished the job.
Laughing again, she bit her tongue. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Lucky had the idea of a fairy tale love. One filled with magical kisses and talks that filled up the night. Of perfect children that minded their manners and were never disrespectful. In reality, she would probably end up with four kids, broke, and with a husband that never did anything. No. She wouldn't let that happen. "Whoever he is... whoever he may be... he will love me. I will love him. And that is that." Lucky told herself vivaciously. It was a promise. A promise that had to come true.
